Prayer

(549)  Eso eso priyatama

Come, please come, my Most Beloved;
Make my hard heart like a flower.
Shine Your light, and dispel darkness;
Come, please come, my Most Beloved.

Flowers that do not bloom on solid stone,
Let them blossom now within soft loam.
Fruits that grow not inside arid heart,
Array them in a comely, verdant garb.
Set me to tasks of Your preference;
Humbly I make this plea in reverence.

For long, I don't do any of Your duties,
And I don't wear clothing to Your liking.
I know not which deeds are wrong or right;
Today please pardon this flaw of mine.

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