Sudama Charit

Not even a turban ,rob he have , oh lord! I don't know from where he came, A torn out towel and trouser he wear, no shoes in legs,he is a lame , At the gate there is a brahmin, see the Dwarika empire and exclaim, And ask for thy address, oh lord, and say Sudama is his name . How much torn thy feet from thorns, thousand of prickles I can see, Where thee have been all this time? How's thy family and how are thee? By seeing Sudama's sick state , cried the lord out of pain , He didn't touch the trough water , washed pal's feet with tears rain !