(761) Madhura banshiite madhura hasite
With sweet flute and sweet smile,
Who is He Who won my mind?
Uninvited He comes, He comes not summoned;
Exquisite are such ties of love.
Wondrous are the looks from His eyes;
Wondrous are His honeyed lips.
Wondrous His world-filling loveliness;
He brings high tide to the sea of light.
I can withstand insults innumerable;
His pristine lotus feet, to them I cling.
Because of Him, to die I do not fear;
His altar transcends one and all.
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