Toward Your rosy feet, myself unto,
Hey Master, grant a love unlimited.
I float like blade of straw on water;
At lotus feet I crave refuge forever.
Floating on a mundane stream I move;
In the world I've no tie of roots.
Hither and thither do I wander;
Peace I find not, station I don't discover.
Since when the start of floating;
One knows not of its history.
For a while You make one see the mind-jewel;
For a bit You make heard hymns of fearlessness.
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Hence constantly I beseech Your compassionate favor.
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