Friday, March 3, 2017

Your will be done

(662)  Mandrita manamohana mama

My heart's object of deep adoration,
You are love made manifest.
Take pity on one who's distressed;
For asylum I have come.

Transcendent, You're the Lord of Maya,
Dispelling every danger.
Sin-killer and mind-teaser,
You tinge my innermost desire.

Meditation's real goal and life's only heartthrob,
You are hearing's blessing sung aloud.
In Your beggar's bowl, the fiend of being proud,
Master, he keeps getting pounded down.

For my well-being You regulate;
You integrate my mental sphere.
Make me hum, make me happy;
Thrill me, Forgiver of shortcomings.

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