Wearing a wreath of stars, sky resounds with ankle-bells;
They tell: "My happiness has no limit–
Oh it has no limit, no limit."
With the One I am frenzied, I have loved the One only;
Except One I don't know another.
In nebula and galaxy, neath vernal breeze with honeyed scent,
On a gold chariot of realized hope, with just His omnipresence,
My holy endeavor circles round only Him.
I am yours in common, all of you are my beloved;
I took everybody's grief and load of pain upon my shoulders,
Don't delay, come on let's go to the realm skyward.
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Happily will I carry the burden of everybody.
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