Bow down;
Lord, Divine Mother, Beloved, Friend;
Not as an overly adorned peacock, but as a simply clothed servant.
Bow down to kiss the blessed lotus feet
Chant His name with a joyous heart
Dance in praises of His love
Dancing in ecstasy.
Names are not important; the essence is
Devoting human time to experience His passion in all
No need for external beautification
Only need skin
And beauty within
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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