I sing the name of the Lord,
And bear His image in my heart,
For may I feel His presence,
In all my thoughts that bud.
I picture the image of Lord,
So that all other images may retire,
And may burn away my sense-biology,
With His divine flame of fire,
I mediate, the abstract profound,
To send sleep the hounds of ego,
So may I set my vacation,
In a new realm beyond this mundane go.
I accept my Karma, as His wills' whip,
And all the good and evil in equal scale,
That His Highness wishes to reap
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