Godhead / Refuge
Pamho Das
Haribol
I'm caught between extremes
From self loathing to self conceit
Love and hate, praise or blame
My head is spinning
I've put my faith in all but you
One true shelter, supreme refuge
I've lost all composure
My miserly weakness has taken over
Picking the fruit without watering the root
I suffer
And here I am again
My senses dried up Too weak to stand
Deluded and confused
I turn to you (Krishna)