Floating on the wind

(3401) Cetana keyur mor manera mayur

An ornament of cognition, my mental peacock,
Dancing, he races in just Your direction, Love.
Even though unfamiliar, strange even when known,
His inmost secrets he tells, song after song.

You alone are every heart-heaven's gem;
Of all jewels I consider You the best.
And so in thought-splendor, there is not Your likeness;
Shattering pride, You continue piercing everyone.

All pay heed to the tales of Your compassion;
Your generosity's ballads the world is aware of.
Greater than everyone, hence Your equal non-existent,
Omni-interlaced, You're in everybody's heart. 

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