In the human mind are You, taking trouble;
You built the altar, hey the One Who's Charming.
With love-filled song and meditation on Beloved,
That greatly excited the sky of psyche.
Necessity is akin to making ready;
In the blossom pollen is mixed with honey.
Amid oyster shell pearl gets received;
At every watch[1] You have kept decorating.
A tiny string of buds threaded, You gave a garland;
From body of the bee, a burning sting comes.
Moonlight in dream is a girdle of infatuation
With Your sweetness, Ruler of the Spheres.
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I pray to One Who gives pain just to liberate.
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