Your bazaar cosmic

(3193)  Carana dhariya vinati kari

Catching feet do I stoop–
Me, Lord, don't forget;
A dust-mote, I am Your iota tiny.
Existence suffusing, I remember You–
I cannot forget You ever;
No dilemma mine, there's no quandary.

In fire and wind is Your majesty;
In sky and hell, Your subtlety.
Your limit, there is nothing;
In one and all, Your meaning.

I am trite, You are immense;
Confined am I, You are Godhead.
Amid formless is there form's market?
You go on sketching incessantly.

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