On His ankle, at His feet

(309)  Sumukhe asiya danrao prabhu tumi

Lord, come and stand before me;
Filling my eyes, let me look at Thee.
In my mental garden, with a fragrant jingle,
Flowers of many colors twinkle.

Universalism – make it fill my mind;
Purify with the sandalpaste of nebulae.
Come stately on a gentle breeze,
With ringing of ankle bells at Your feet.

Honey-coated sweetness – this mental spring,
With dance and song, oh it brings cheer.
Your smile and Your enchanting flute –
To get bliss, let them infatuate me.

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