If in the throat a song comes not a-floating,
By my side oh do appear, notwithstanding.
When on my mental sky dwell clouds densely dark,
Hey, kindly smile, emanating light-beams.
Most important is to make You satisfied;
But if that is not sustained in a measure high,
Then, hey the Radiant One, forgiving and courteous,
Please take Your seat in splendor unbodied.
I will go on wanting You all the time;
Dismissing any filth or sin of mine,
Oh You, graciously to let me cling,
On mind's mirror arise please.
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Petty and unworthy though I be, please fill up my psyche.
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