The Song-King, lays You went on scattering
At my world's every cranny.
You imbued best jewel-rays of my psyche
With a transcendental throbbing.
On the earth, Lord, You have no comparison;
Yet I wander in search, both in and out of doors.
I don't fathom: You're in mind, somewhere deep.
Come with dance and song, in my life do appear;
Keeping balance, You make rhythmic melody.
To my fixated reverie You concede.
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You give in to one-pointed meditation.
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