My eyes are filled with Thy form; my mind
aims at Thy feet; I have distributed thee
amongst all my senses. I have made a measure
of my speech; endless is the heap of Hari’s names.
Tuka's share is stored up for him; he sits down
like Panduranga himself.
aims at Thy feet; I have distributed thee
amongst all my senses. I have made a measure
of my speech; endless is the heap of Hari’s names.
Tuka's share is stored up for him; he sits down
like Panduranga himself.