Lost for words

(771)  Eso tumi eso eso amar mane

Lord, come, please come, come into my heart;
With rhythm and song into my sweet arbor,
Lord, please come in person.

My stream of tunes rides upon Your essence of nectar;
You are my one and only goal, Yourself and none other.
Lost for words, my thoughts all move with that objective only;
In search of language, they return lackadaisically.

My days transpire, contemplating Thee...
Feelings of pleasure and pain, in You they blend,
In Your forms and colors, in Your warm affection,
In Your constant meditation, oh Wish-Fulfilling Tree.

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