Ignorant child.
O my dear, O my mother
O my father, I am Your
Ignorant child
Soiled with mud
Coming to You
And You are ready to
Put me in Your lap
Without thinking
Whether I am dirty or clean,
See me, I also do not mind
Whether You are going to
Clean my mud, I am just
Beholding You, my dear, that is enough.
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