Oh Born of Moslem Parents Haridas!

Oh
born of Moslem parents Haridas! And trained in youth in Moslem creed Thy noble heart to Vaisnava truth did pass Thy holy acts thy candor plead!

Is
there a soul that cannot learn from thee That man must give up sect for God That thoughts of race and sect can ne'er agree With what they call Religion broad

Thy love of God and brother soul
alone Bereft thyself of early friends
Thy softer feelings oft to kindness
prone Led on thyself for higher ends!

I weep to read that Kazis and
their men Oft persecuted thee,
alas! But thou didst nobly pray for th'
wicked then! For thou wert Vaisnava Haridas!

And God is boundless grace to thee,
Oh man! United thee to one who came To save the fallen
souls from Evil's plan Of taking human souls to shame

And He it was who led you all that came For life eternal,
holy,
pure! And gave you rest in Heaven's endearing
Name And sacred blessings ever sure!

Thy body rests upon the sacred
sands Of Svargardvar near the sea,
Oh,
hundreds come to thee from distant lands T' enjoy a holy,
thrilling glee!

The waters roar and storming
winds assail Thy ears in vain,
ah,
Vaisnava soul! The charms of Vrndavan thy heart regale,
Unknown the wheel of time doth roll!

He
reasons ill who tells that Vaisnavas die When thou art living still in sound The Vaisnavas die to live and living try To spread the holy name around!

Now let the candid man that seeks to
live Follow thy way on shores of time,
Then posterity sure to him will
give Like one song in simple rhyme!