Even the Dust

I was listening to this on my drive over this morning. Tears welled up, moved by foreign words, yet ones my own heart has cried out.

Prem Milan (from Amrit Vani)
Words by Chris Hale, Raman Singh, Sadhu Nitesh
Music by Peter Hicks and Chris Hale

(Translation)
The eyes long to be united in love
Wounded hearts come to your city
All, in an instant, find welcome

Thirsty, thirsty, my eyes
Thirsty, thirsty, my eyes
Show me a vision of yourself now
Do not delay

Just as the doe is restless in the forest
Just as the doe is restless in the forest
There is fire in the glance of my eyes
Do not increase my suffering

I have arrived at your doorstep
I have arrived at your doorstep
How can I go in empty handed?

Give me even the dust of your feet