Oh my, what have You done, inwardly;
You have enticed me.
By the light of day You've kept smiling;
With night's ebon You've gone into hiding.
All the yogiis from age after age,
Around You they celebrate.
Staying on flower's body at an unknown place,
With fragrance You've made replete.
I am a servant, extremely simple;
I know not scripture, I know not doctrine.
Morning and evening, within my mind,
Why have You gone on calling?
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Nothing special am I, so why do You call?
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