I praise You more than I have any right to do.
I cannot see what my own worth allows. I
am your feeble servant, O ye saints; keep me at
your feet and preserve me. In uttering the spell of
Ramakrishna-Hari, in the feet of Vitthoba is my
delight. Tuka says, I eat the morsels you have
left; because I trust in Your forgiving nature.
I cannot see what my own worth allows. I
am your feeble servant, O ye saints; keep me at
your feet and preserve me. In uttering the spell of
Ramakrishna-Hari, in the feet of Vitthoba is my
delight. Tuka says, I eat the morsels you have
left; because I trust in Your forgiving nature.