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High, very high, on the frost-covered mountain glittering with the golden
rays of the sun shines the temple of Thine and keeping my tottering foot on
the first step of its mountainous footpath I am waiting for a while.
Birds send me communications and with affection greet the wind. The
pilgrims who have traveled on foot to a great extent look at me with pity.
But I am not concerned about it.
Giving up indolence and dependence on other I have made a resolve
for ascending the footpath of the holy temple of Thine.
High, very high, on the frost-covered mountain glittering with the
goldn rays of the sun shines the temple of Thine and keeping my tottering
foot on the first step of its mountainous footpath I am waiting for a while.
Since I myself have been transformed into a temple I have abandoned
my intention to visit it. In the attractive temple of mine incessant,
eternal worship of affection is taking place before the shining image of
Thine. Neither a single flower nor sandalwood is available for
worshipping. Nothing for incense also. Whence would I bring water for
washing Thy fragrant feet? I hardly possess any intellect for performing
prayer or chanting hymns. How shall I offer worship?
At that very moment, coming forth into existence on the mountain
range from within the idol, inspired by powerful love, Thou proclaimed
loudly: ‘Tie me no longer tightly in the illusory fraud of rites and
ritual. Wherever thou standest, with the whole of thy being only fall at my
feet. Thy worship will be over and my grace will also be secured.’ |
