Amid mountains, You are the Himalaya;
Amid blooms, the amaranth.[1]
Within hearts, upon the soul's veena,
Its strings You do pluck.
Repeatedly I am coming, Yourself I am holding dear;
But only revolving near, heart's content I've not achieved.
This time You've arrived, You have brought love's merchandise;
Do remain along with me, day and night.
Among loved ones, You are everyone's most dear;
Among those intimate, You are the Most Near.
What You are, it's hard to speak with language;
Please accept one hundred meek salutations.
Amid blooms, the amaranth.[1]
Within hearts, upon the soul's veena,
Its strings You do pluck.
Repeatedly I am coming, Yourself I am holding dear;
But only revolving near, heart's content I've not achieved.
This time You've arrived, You have brought love's merchandise;
Do remain along with me, day and night.
Among loved ones, You are everyone's most dear;
Among those intimate, You are the Most Near.
What You are, it's hard to speak with language;
Please accept one hundred meek salutations.
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How much You mean to me, words do not convey.
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