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When You came unto a poor one's shack, | |||
Date and way forgotten, the why I know not. | |||
why | There's no fruit of virtue or power of [[sadhana]]; | ||
This is the unmerited compassion. | |||
What I could not ever imagine, | |||
Gave You that today; in life it did happen. | |||
To a devotee lax grace, affectionately granted. | |||
today | Crying eyes You can't stand. | ||
A throat ever-calling has become decrepit; | |||
You | Night and day in Your meditation have I wept. | ||
Now, taking pity, along a road erroneous | |||
Came You, the all-pervading fount of effulgence. | |||
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