I love the man called Bapu,
His heart is ruled by Lord Raghu!
He walks straight wearing a cloak,
He gathers all with compassion and love!
Every low and high he takes along,
To Lord Krishna he lets his soul belong!
Lovingly he takes the old and small,
The strings of his wheel offer food to all!
He bears their sorrows and makes them laugh,
And recites for them the story of Pralhad!