The Grace

Oh mighty! My Lord Jagannath!

I am that meek for ages,

forever whom you seek.

I am that downtrodden

trampled and weak

When strong and stout

secure the field,

you, you alone

are my shield.

Far above you are

Oh Mighty!  I am meek,

Eternity sponsors

our hide and seek.

Oh Lord!

how strange it is

You fall sick!

What I understand

that is your trick.

"Seek in me

and be concerned for me"

is the message.

In a pretext you leave the palace

to grant the devotees utmost solace

With you in the chariot

within your tight embrace,

might in the meek

is awakened

and that is the grace.