Poem 666

In plain words

Will You let me go? You will not, will not, will not let me go, however vile I may be; will You sustain me? You will sustain, sustain, sustain me, however wretched I may be; will You take me in? You will not spoil, not spoil, not spoil me, however wayward I may be; will You not look on me? You will look, look, look on me, however impure I may be. to guard the devotee is the very trait of Your nature; You have nothing to do with the merits of the vessel; seeing another in distress, You cannot keep still; hearing another pray, You cannot let it go for nothing. My dear, receive these blessings; with long life and health, with the gifts of grace, be in Ānanda and come to Sāi. Your little Bābā