(1176) Priitir dharay
In loving fashion please do come,
With desolate mind's essence of ambrosia.
Enter my eyes' pupils with the heart's cadamba,
Having flooded my seedpod with sweetness.
Whatever I have offered, still more have I taken;
And what I've received is beyond expectation.
In excess have You given;
My life's vessel has been filled to the brim.
What You have given, it cannot be measured;
And You took from me nothing in donation.
Exclusively You did give,
Making me Your irredeemable debtor.
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