At Your lotus feet

(2941)  Tumi sabar maner raja aso

You are the king of everybody's mind;
Yourself do I hold dear.
In a dark mine You're the cherished diamond,
The pile of dreamy moonbeams.

You proceed with rhythmic song;
Like the vernal breeze, a touch Thine You afford.
Scorched by the sun and frozen by inertia,
A winsome flute You play to erase mind's misery.

Age after age, place after place, by Your liila
Someone laughs, and someone cries in private.
You are completely free, to You I pay fealty;
A pearl Your honeyed smile secretes.

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