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By sweetly playing his flute
With sweet flute and sweet smile,
and by a sweet smile,
Who is He Who won my mind?
who is he who won my mind?
Uninvited He comes, He comes not summoned;
Exquisite are such ties of love.


He comes to me without being called,
Wondrous are the looks from His eyes;
and doesn't come,
Wondrous are His honeyed lips.
if i call him.
Wondrous His world-filling loveliness;
What beautiful string of love binds us!
He brings high tide to the sea of light.


Unprecedented is the look
I can withstand insults innumerable;
in his eyes and his sweet face.
His pristine lotus feet, to them I cling.
 
Because of Him, to die I do not fear;
And in an unprecedented way,
His altar transcends one and all.
He filled the world with beauty,
and brought about agitation
in the ocean of effulgence.
 
By holding on to his clean lotus feet
I tolerate hundreds and hundreds of blames.
I do not fear even death
for his altar resides above it all.
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