(1130) Jar asmita shes haye geche
One whose vanity has ceased
He gains You wholeheartedly.
With everything of his You've seized,
He makes it all Your offering.
In a prison gloomy, it's You he perceives;
On evening's stars, Your love he smears.
With golden light at crimson morning,
In Your form and color he is bathing.
By his side nothing is frightening;
Loving kindness is the one song there.
Lively and broad prosperity is abiding
With ambrosia's essence, honey-sweet.[1]
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