Good and merciful are ye, O saints; let this
be your gift of mercy to me, remember me to
Panduranga, convey my piteous cry to Him. I am
helpless, guilty, and chief among sinners; nevertheless, drive me not from your feet. Tuka says,
When you make me over to Him, Hari will not
reject me.
be your gift of mercy to me, remember me to
Panduranga, convey my piteous cry to Him. I am
helpless, guilty, and chief among sinners; nevertheless, drive me not from your feet. Tuka says,
When you make me over to Him, Hari will not
reject me.