(696) Svarna shatadala sama tumi go
You are like a golden lotus,
Of such loveliness I do not find.
You endure, girded by thorns;
Fearing the pricks, I don't go close-by.
All my fear and shame, please wash away,
So I may get You near, filling my life.
Frankly I speak my heart's desire:
Far from Thee I would not stay.
Craved by all is the sweetness of Your pollen,
For that same honey do I keep awake.
Your greatness and Your fragrance,
No words are there to express.
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He is difficult to attain but impossible to explain.
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