I know that You hold me dear;
You say nothing, don't give speech;
And yet I know with certainty.
There was no one mine when in grime I'd been;
Brushing off the dust, onto Your lap You've taken.
No great name had I, not even place for dwelling;
Darkness dense was there.
You came down, and up You raised me;
Gratitude, how do I present to Thee?
Detached from You, there is little left besides;
And that as mine, it does not abide.
All sentiment and tender feelings,
Their quintessence, it is You only.
On the pathway, squired by splendid beauty,
You are all-pervading.
You say nothing, don't give speech;
And yet I know with certainty.
There was no one mine when in grime I'd been;
Brushing off the dust, onto Your lap You've taken.
No great name had I, not even place for dwelling;
Darkness dense was there.
You came down, and up You raised me;
Gratitude, how do I present to Thee?
Detached from You, there is little left besides;
And that as mine, it does not abide.
All sentiment and tender feelings,
Their quintessence, it is You only.
On the pathway, squired by splendid beauty,
You are all-pervading.
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