(1199) Nikkane nikkane shiinjita carane
With bells sweetly tinkling, jingling on Your feet,
Come, come, please come, Matchless One Supreme.
Into the vast firmament, into unfettered heavens,
Expel, expel, please expel my sins.
Today, the southern wind wants to go somewhere;
And the peacock of my psyche races, frolicking.
Toward You they speed, at You they peer,
Oh my Darling Dear!
Today, the splendid chariot proceeds;
And a thrilling current whispers very gently.
At Your touch, they are gleaming,
Having been on bended knee.
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Nothing's like the freedom that comes with His blissful advent.
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