Borrow me some Light, So that I can enlighten Your with it... I find darkness every where, In every hut of those Who live their life, Below the poverty line.. Their children wear cloths, So many patches with, Their huts protect them not From sun heat, neither from rain Nor from cold, Some of them, Live their life on narrow streets, No roofs over their heads, They share their breads in between, Often they pass their nights without food.. Let me do something, To grow them up, From their hunger, And basic needs.. Then I will turn towards you Then only, I can draw you out From depth of your dakness Till you have to wait for me, O' my Beloved...!