When in my dryness, drought
maya of mind blurs,
make me cross over
to a golden halt.
Like the overcast clouds,
pierce me with Your mighty sunbeams.
Before I lose my voice, colour
descend into darkness like the nightfall,
greet me with the dawn of dewdrops
in your orchard of mellowness.
Spread your fisherman’s nest
to fasten me tight in your grasp.
Lord, I lie prostrate
in your aura.
Make the vital energies flow,
blast my apprehensions,
merge me with elements
that abide in the vastness of sky,
in the flash of winds, beehives of trees.
When the rot is stemmed,
I am crystallized clean.
Make me shine in your compassion.
I am like your bridal song,
flowing with music
in the grandeur of your creation.
You are my anchor,
I remain stained, accursed, pathetic.
Tie up your knot of brimful love,
endow me to abandon false forms.
You are my beloved,
You are my creator.
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