Yourself would I keep on holding
In the jeweled box of psyche,
In the jeweled box of psyche...
Mine having made in my mind,
All the time, day and night.
I've no splendid education;
I'm not famous or illustrious.
There is just a song of love,
Which to You I want to sing.
Everything is at Your feet;
In my heart let stay nothing.
Your foot-dust applying,
I will make myself clean.
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Please fill me completely.
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