Always stainless, dispelling dilemma,
The lotus of Your feet please give to me.
Expansion of bliss, liberation from bondage,
A billion prostrations I make known to Thee.
The bloom that had opened at the touch of morn,
The garland that was strung just on being loved–
Oh Lord, don't ever throw them far away;
Let their heart find You only.
The songs that You've composed with loving feeling,
The tunes You've presented merely assiduously–
Drenched by their tears, feet having caught,
It's the same plea... I beseech Your mercy.
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Clemency is my supplication.
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