I'm running up the hill
Swami
high speed
towards You
I'm not looking back
past rocks, hail stones, pitfalls
so many lives...
stories
joyful and tragic
where are they now?

O Sai! what sweeter goal
You are at the summit

I'm running a swift current
up the mountain
over tombstones
freshly fallen tears
broken hearts
towards
Heaven's sea

O Sai! What sweeter goal
You are at the zenith