Intrinsic

(1102)  Jiivane eso prabhu

Come into my life, Lord,
Dressing Yourself in form and color.
Smile upon my thoughts, Lord,
Manifesting in a thousand manners.

In refulgent wave-series,
Many things they come, and many things do leave.
May You keep on staying,
Becoming mine in private reverie.

The celestial cradle swings;
Many things they dance, and many things do sing.
With rhythm may You persevere,
Infusing tune, tempo, and beat.

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