I am Yours

(2300)  Ami patha ceye ceye klanta hai ni

Ever watching the path I've grown weary,
Tired of my own uncleanness.
All of my filth, the flashing of vanity,
Let it mix with the dirt of earth.

Lord, let my head be kept bent down
To the dust from Your foot;
Dignify the birth of me
With a ray of Your grandeur.
Oft I come, and oft I leave,
Mid Your unfading splendor.

Please don't keep me cast far off,
Drifting in transit with introversion.
By Your great feat, the grant of compassion,
Kindly permit me to cross.

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