When light-beams of morning had arrived,
With that heap You did appear.
You had come, my Darling, Your visage smiling.
In those rays had been a perpetual vigor,
An exudation with a hundredfold joy and grief.
From far to further those light-rays did proceed,
Spreading o'er the horizon with a dance beat.
They are circling firmament, wind, and Hades,
Every quarter conquering.
In Heaven and on Earth effulgent light-beams
You gave, scattering at each and every wink,
Yourself You went on staying lone and unseen;
Upon breast a garland, Visnu's wreath.
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In every grain at every place, I gaze always on Your sweet face.
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