I greet hey the Lord of Unconscious retreat ,
And wish to wash your feet with tears ,
Wish to mitigate ,the sores of desire ,
And quench the ego-born Karma's fire .
I wait at your door step ,
As a dog does for the arrival of its master ,
As the dog cultivates devotion ,nourishes and fosters ,
I spread my anguish as an widow longs a longing ,
For the advent of her Lover .
Mirage after mirage pass I ,
And the burden of Karmas break my chest ,
No more I can walk and withstand ,
I need you lotus feet for eternal rest .
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