Appendix

Surdas prayeth

Oh Lord! have Mercy on me, Thou Knower of all hearts, I have no virtue in me. I cannot get rid of my evils, not even momentarily, I have on my head a heavy load of cunning and deceit. Entangled amongst wife, son and riches, I have lost my very self, oh, come to the rescue of ‘Sur’, as his barque is about to sink.