Wish-Yielding Tree Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Wish-yielding tree
Under this wish-yielding tree
Let me love You
Let me stay in Truth
And always in peaceful mood.

It is Your good-will here
And You permit me to mend
My errors everyday in every way
You are my noble Lord I am Your poor servant
You are the store house of compassion, I know.

I know, You get pleased with unalloyed love
O my dear, I am the dullest and most impure
Of mind, be kind to me and take my love
Hear my tale of sins, O Lord, and please what is within me.