My Lord, so sweet

(1933)  Maneri gahane madhura carane

Into depths of my mind, with honeyed feet
Please come, oh Beloved, revered by everyone.
Expecting Thee, alert am I seated,
In this self-discipline of silence.

The silence You dash, You bring grandiloquence;
Into a glum life, fine gentleness You dispense.
The history of me, my ballad of distress,
In Your looking glass is its portrait.

My faults and my virtues, You know each one;
So draw me close, to my sins granting pardon.
Upon me do confer the purest devotion^[1]
To traverse a shoreless ocean.

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