Catching Your feet, I keep paying obeisance;
Do come to my house, repeatedly showing kindness.
There are countless mansions to satisfy mind;
Nonetheless, You alone are this my hut's architect.
To only Your beat I dance, in only Your tune I sing;
I heed just Your tempo, just Your lute I make ring.
I too am but Yours; oh everything is only Thine,
Just Your liila; You are this, my worldly existence.
In just Your thought I think, in just Your talk I speak;
By just Your flute I beam, by just Your goad I proceed.
You are the base of all, You alone the quintessence;
You're the life of everyone, hey Eternal Lord limitless.
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I can but bow before Thee and beg for mercy.
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