Tender and severe are You, Master;
From afar, Yourself I did not conceive.
Please don't scorn me ever;
Tell me only to proceed.
Last night, what had been a bud,
Today it has blossomed at dawn.
What had been to thinking integral,
As thread of love has remained strung.
Upon Your contemplation, it is swooning.
With a brisk bloodstream
Gushes the heart lively.
It races in hope of honey;
My mental bumblebee longs for Thee.
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Bhakti is the lifeblood of a devotee.
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