O Lord who is there besides You who will hear my cry?
Strange is my petition: a poor man,
I,
I seek to become a king…From time immemorial I have suffered the tortures of hell and have lived through many low births, but I crave not for wealth or even salvation though I know that You can confer all these.
What I desire is to become in every birth a toy for You to play with or a stone to touch Your Feet.
Tulsidas gives expression to pure devotion when he prays.
