Philosopher's Stone are You, oh Darling;
Ridding my defilement,
Make me as You like, and please receive.
To move on the way, upon body dust gets coated;
Flung so far backward by filthy sin it does let.
Yourself having come near and loved a little,
Kindly bathe me in Your waters holy.
Had You not remained, I'd have naught;
Only by Your remaining, I obtain all.
At end of my journey, myself exhausted,
Brighten with Your form and flavor, and melody.[1]
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But my life is going nowhere unless You intercede.
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