| The sky is the azure salver,
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| The sun and moon are thy lamps,
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| The stars are thy scattered pearls,
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| The sandal forests are thy incense,
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| And the breeze is thy fan.
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| These, along with the flowers of vegetation
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| Are laid as offerings at thy feet (1)
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| O Destroyer of Fear,
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| What other worship can be compared
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| To nature’s own festival of lights,
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| While the divine music resounds within?
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| -pause-
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| Thousand are thine eyes, yet thou hast no eyes;
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| Thousand are thy forms, yet thou hast no form;
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| Thousand are thy lotus feet, and yet thou hast no feet;
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| Thousand are thy noses to smell, yet thou hast no nose.
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| I am enchanted with thy play.(2)
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| It is the light which lives in every heart,
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| And thy light which illumines every soul.
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| It is only through the Guru’s teachings
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| That the light comes to be shown.
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| Whatever is pleasing to thee,
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| That is the true worship.(3)
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| My soul yearns for the honey of Thy lotus feet.
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| Night and day I am athirst for thee.
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| I am like that bird who cries, «Peeoo, Peeoo,»
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| Waiting to receive the drop of water
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| Which is the nectar of Thy kindness,
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| So that I may live in the ecstasy of Thy Name.(4) |