(1184) Cao cao ogo priya
Look, look at me, Beloved mine;
Forget Your wounded pride.
In west the setting sun retires;
Forgive me, and come nearby.
I've arrayed my house with floral decoration;
Laying out Your seat, I am awaiting.
From fresh flowers a wreath I have strung;
With kindly eyes, gaze at me just once.
God of Light, please remove my black color;
Go on making me still better.
Filling life, infuse love's ambrosia;
Ignite a lamp within my dark heart.
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I know I haven't always been sufficiently attentive. But, at this late date, can't You let it go?
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