As for the bliss of devotion, why, I have not
even a tulsi leaf to give Thee! I fold my hands
and stand before Thee. I have not the good
fortune to approach Thee close; I know not how
to observe ritual, I cry to Thee for mercy. Would
that the saints would call me their own, speaking
some word or other by way of pretext. Tuka says
I take shelter in Thee.
even a tulsi leaf to give Thee! I fold my hands
and stand before Thee. I have not the good
fortune to approach Thee close; I know not how
to observe ritual, I cry to Thee for mercy. Would
that the saints would call me their own, speaking
some word or other by way of pretext. Tuka says
I take shelter in Thee.