Dear Guru, This disciple is imbecile, a dumbwit. I do not even know how to fall at your feet, O Great Being, great, great Master. How to die, how to lose my own self?
There is no one else to embrace me I do not have anyone else by my side, The world dislikes me - but that would not matter, If once, just once you clasp me to bosom. Please, please my Master, look upon your disciple Bless me with the water of eternal life O tenderhearted Father.