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O lord, the one beyond language, you came with illumination
With the splendor of hope came You Beyond Language
O hope to make me forget the agony and sufferings. and to
In order to obliterate my sorrow and anguish...
remove away all the hundreds of accumulated repentance
Inside the mind what regrets, and there were hundreds,
and disgrace, in a moment. nobody except you is mine,
To make all of them remote in an instant.
to whom i can relate the pain of my heart. who else other
 
than you can i narrate the inner feelings in the three worlds.
But for You for me there is nobody else
O the heavenly effulgence, the dearest divinity, whisper the
To whom I make known my heart's distress.
heavenly song into my ears. i have threaded an excellent
My feelings innermost, to whom do I tell
garland of bloomed flowers to place around your neck in isolation.
Without You on this earth, in heaven, and in hell...
 
Splendid beauty of paradise, oh Deity Dearest,
Into my ear You sing the song of just the divine realm.
From blooms full-blown I have strung a matchless garland
To put on You in private...
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