Upon Your song's garland,
I am just a single blossom.
With Your tune, raag, and beat,
I sway to and fro, a pendulum.
In Your presence I don't want a thing;
In Your rocking cradle is everything.
Life's pollen is a smiling fondness,
A love crimson.
Please keep me very near;
At heart this mercy I entreat.
Under stormy winds and sleet,
Please give a peerless tremor.
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Whatever You may give I am happy to receive.
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