O GOD! where is there any grandeur in me?
It was well that I was made lowly. The service of the saints is the best path of attainment; I will sing Thy name joyfully. Wherever I am, no one questions me; I have perfect repose with a joyful spirit. Tuka says, Though the world should despise me, yet the Lord of the senses would be my protector.
What other friend have I but Thee, O Panduranga? I long to see Thy dwelling place; I count the days and nights on my fingers. I can take no pleasure in any employment. Tuka says, I am ever contemplating Thee.
It was well that I was made lowly. The service of the saints is the best path of attainment; I will sing Thy name joyfully. Wherever I am, no one questions me; I have perfect repose with a joyful spirit. Tuka says, Though the world should despise me, yet the Lord of the senses would be my protector.
What other friend have I but Thee, O Panduranga? I long to see Thy dwelling place; I count the days and nights on my fingers. I can take no pleasure in any employment. Tuka says, I am ever contemplating Thee.