Though but a carder, yet am I Thine, O Rama: a sinner, mean, devoid of knowledge, yet Thou art the crown upon my head
Though but a carder, yet am I Thine, O Rama: a sinner, mean, devoid of knowledge, yet Thou art the crown upon my head.
The body is my carder's staff, Sabda of the mind the striker, and energy the stretched gut:
In the vault of heaven the carder sits, this art my Sat Guru has taught me.
The leaves of sins, the seeds of follies with quiet ease are sifted out.
No roughnesses no knots remain there and all will be of the one colour.
When of one colour, Hari fills the garment: and Hari asks What shall I give Thee?
The timeless state I do not crave: give as Thou wilt, but grant devotion.
Hari was gracious and thus addressed me, in very truth thou art my servant.
Darya says, Within my soul mingle faith and to Rama devotion.
The body is my carder's staff, Sabda of the mind the striker, and energy the stretched gut:
In the vault of heaven the carder sits, this art my Sat Guru has taught me.
The leaves of sins, the seeds of follies with quiet ease are sifted out.
No roughnesses no knots remain there and all will be of the one colour.
When of one colour, Hari fills the garment: and Hari asks What shall I give Thee?
The timeless state I do not crave: give as Thou wilt, but grant devotion.
Hari was gracious and thus addressed me, in very truth thou art my servant.
Darya says, Within my soul mingle faith and to Rama devotion.
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