Having kept thinking of You, ever calling You,
My days pass in sorrow and happiness.
You are refuge of the helpless, a world's best ruler;
Yourself the mental bee wants to get.
On every mote You smile; upon a dark eye-balm You ride;
The indigent You prize; to wealth You don't arrive.
Your divine play is hard to comprehend.
At beginningless You are first; at endless You gambol unspied;
Splendor on heaven You have poured, with thrill You've stayed in life.
By Your smiling light, love's joy flashes.
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With You even bliss I transcend.
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