Holy
mind when fiddles the string
Of the breezing innocent
heart
I sing raucously
Though it’s absurd song
Becoming formless, you arrive
in rhythm
Chuckling at me, making me
rich and rich!
Honey of love when floats to
the brim
Through the mind and through
the core
I confer a fist of soulful
rice
Though it’s raw rice
Becoming Krishna, you come dancing with jingles
Greeting me, making me rich
and rich!
Jujubes when I test in my
shack
Few sweet and few sour
I put the wet teeth on
Though it’s used at all
Becoming Rama, you reach me wandering through the
jungles.
Searching me with empty
stomach, making me rich and rich!
With empty fingers when I
want to offer
Odds and ends around me
I start using the fingers in
worship
Though it’s just a leaf of
basil
Becoming Hanumana, you pretend hungry after
having extensive
To extinguish me, making me
rich and rich!
My mind when flowers new anew
With devotion bottomless
I remain vacant
Though the flowers fragrance
less
Becoming Shankara, you rush at me
In the mountain of my heart
through the mountains
Making me rich and rich!
All the times wafting the
fragrance of your adoration
Every grain of my mind
getting soaked with creed
When you dwell in the heart,
I become rich and rich!
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