Tulsidas, Ramayana, Uttar-kând, Dohâ 127

There is no one so poor as I am and no one so gracious to the poor as You, O Râghu-bîr: remember this, O glory of the race of Raghu, and rid me of the grievous burden of existence. As a lover loves his mistress and as a miser loves his money, so for ever and ever may Râma be beloved by me.