Blows a wind slow and sweet;
Today for whose sake, do say, for whose sake.
With many hues billowing,
For Whom is my mind awake?
That Pilgrim has shaken the mind;
Every moment that Pilgrim excites.
Wishing Him near, finding Him in one's life,
In every psyche that's devoted is this desire.
That Pilgrim never craves a thing;
Not a thing just-for-show that Pilgrim receives.
He holds us dear, He rids the gloomy ebony;
Mind races toward Him only, giving up everything.
Today for whose sake, do say, for whose sake.
With many hues billowing,
For Whom is my mind awake?
That Pilgrim has shaken the mind;
Every moment that Pilgrim excites.
Wishing Him near, finding Him in one's life,
In every psyche that's devoted is this desire.
That Pilgrim never craves a thing;
Not a thing just-for-show that Pilgrim receives.
He holds us dear, He rids the gloomy ebony;
Mind races toward Him only, giving up everything.
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The devotee gets rapt at the thought of His attainment.
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