You are Mahesh, the God of gods;
You are Hari, the Sin-Thief.
I pay salutation to Thee.
Yourself, sincerely I receive;
I am catching hold of Your feet.
By light of day You alone are a bosom friend;
Under the night's ebon, the flame of a lantern.
Within the heart in fascinating attire,
You laugh and dance, filling me.
Your coming and then going, it does not happen;
The limits of time, defeat they acknowledge.
With each tune blown on a reed pipe,
From age to age, a boat You send floating.
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Above everyone and everything You dwell.
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