Dearest, at my place of dwelling,
Please arrive, making light replete.
Kindly beam Your honeyed smile,
Mind-bewitching, with lips sweet.
I want not to obtain anything;
I just want to donate unto Thee...
Through Your cadence and music mode to get frenzied,
By Your presence in a hundred streams.
I have gone on coveting more than sufficient;
I have run behind phantasmic mirages.
High and low having assessed,
All my life have I done wrongly.
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There is no multitude or magnitude.
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