With folded hands
I pray to Thee,
Merciful Lord,
Grant me the bliss
Of the Saints' company
And the gift
Of a kind, loving heart.

K.S.S., p. 96:1

If this time
My Master I meet,
With tearful eyes
My long tale of woe
To him I'll submit;
With my head
Bowed at his feet
I will try to convey
What my heart
Ever longed to say.

K.S.S., p. 96:2

Have mercy on my plight,
O Master, I am tossing
In the turbulent sea;
I will be swept away
By its stormy waves
I f you don't hold my arm
And rescue me.

K.S.S., p. 96:4

With what face can I pray
To you, O Lord?
My head hangs in shame,
O All-knowing One —
In your very presence
Again and again I sin;
How can I win
Your mercy and grace?

K.S.S., p. 97:5

I have been a sinner
From the day I was born,
My body's every pore
Harbours wickedness;
Only you can cure me
Of my evil ways,
Of my misery and pain;
Redeem this sinner,
Dear Lord, I pray.

K.S.S., p. 97:7

My countless faults,
O Father, forgive;
Though this son of yours
Is an unworthy one,
Yet it is the father
Who has to face
Disgrace for the deeds
Of his wayward son.

K.S.S., p. 97:8

When it came to sinning,
I committed countless sins,
Never did I tire
Of doing misdeeds.
Now I am at your mercy, Lord —
Chastise or forgive,
Do with me
Whatever you please.

K.S.S., p. 97:9

I've lost the rare chance,
Time is flying,
Body is becoming frail,
And far, in some foreign land,
Lives my Beloved.
Lord, remove
This stigma of separation;
The shackles of delusion,
Break.

K.S.S., p. 97:13

My beloved Lord,
You who know every thought
Of my restless heart,
You are the only
Succor and support
Of my yearning soul;
If you forsake me,
Who else can take me
To the shore beyond?

K.S.S., p. 97:15

This ocean of dread
Is deep and vast,
Unfathomable and dark;
Kind Lord, only through your grace
Can I fathom its mystery and depth.

K.S.S., p. 97:16

Only you, O Master,
Are my merciful lord;
Only to you
Can I run:
The crow on the ship
In the deep seas
Has no place to rest
Except the ship.

K.S.S., p. 97:17

K.S.S., p. 98:18

My mind is devoid of faith,
The nectar of love
It does not taste,
Nor does it know
How to behave
In the Master's presence;
Lord, how will I imbibe
My beloved Master's hue?
How will I obtain
His love, his grace?

K.S.S., p. 98:22

Give me the gift
Of devotion and love,
You who are, O Master,
The God of all gods;
Nothing else do I ask
But to love you,
To serve and obey.

K.S.S., p. 98:29