Ram, The King of Compassion

Ram, The King of Compassion

O Ram! My breath calls Your name,

Like a thirsty bird calling for rain.

In the forests of longing, I wander alone,

Seeking the touch of Your feet, the bliss I have known.

The sages proclaimed You, the Vedas adore,

The ocean of mercy, whose depths hold more.

From Ayodhya’s gates to Lanka’s shore,

Your compassion flows forevermore.

You left Your palace, without regret,

To honor a promise, a son’s debt.

O Ram, who else would abandon a throne,

To uphold a father’s word, though seeds of pain were sown?

Your bow was justice, Your arrow was grace,

Every strike bore compassion’s face.

Even when the foe, in arrogance stood,

You gave him a chance to return to the good.

To Shabari, the outcast, You gave embrace,

Her simple berries bore divine taste.

No caste, no barrier, no high or low,

In Your love, Ram, all rivers flow.

How shall I describe, O Lord so kind,

The way You soothe the restless mind?

Each tear I shed becomes holy rain,

When touched by the sound of Your sacred name.

O Ram, hear my prayer, hear my call,

Lift me up when I stumble, when I fall.

Guide me to the path where dharma shines,

Where Your lotus feet are the final signs.