(Moharaj, eki saje ele hridoypuro-majhe)
Oh Lord, how elegantly Thou came
Within my heart today
So, trillions of sun, moon and stars lay
In shame under Thy feet
Losing self-pride becoming senseless
While ringing my mind-body string as Bina
What a joyous sorrowing being carried
By this gentle blowing wind
Entire garden-flowers gather at Thy feet
Making my eyes widely open
But without seeing the world
My eyes are engaged at Thy mighty grace
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2/26/2015
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