Let me go to You
And if my legs are
Not willing to go to You
O my dear, cut my legs.
Let me see You
O my dear, and if my
Eyes are not willing to
See You, blind my eyes.
Let me hear all about You
O my dear and if my ears are
Not willing to hear You
Let them go deaf.
O my dear, I am chanting Your name in this world
Hear me, I am chanting even after my death.
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