Mostly, with the help of my imagination only
Will I worship you.
That worship itself, oh compassionate one,
Do accept from this slave. …111
Now with my tears
I bathe your feet;
The sandalwood of true devotion
I make into paste and apply. …112
The long tunic ("KAFNI") of these ornamental
words
I place on you, sincerely ;
This garland of adoration,
I place round your neck. …113
The incense of vileness
I burn before you, truly ;
Through it is of impure composition
Even then, there will be no foul-odour from it.…114
Elsewhere than before the Sadguru,
If incense is burnt
What happens to that incense
Is like this …115
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