The mind plays and hovers round your feet,
imagining it is doing right; at last it settles
on them. No false dealings are any use here, for
thou knowest the heart, O Panduranga! We have
made Time to be as though it were not, by handing
over to Thee our pains and pleasures.
imagining it is doing right; at last it settles
on them. No false dealings are any use here, for
thou knowest the heart, O Panduranga! We have
made Time to be as though it were not, by handing
over to Thee our pains and pleasures.