Mother, sweet Mother I call to Thee Take this soul, thy slave to be For all your work in eternity, The place that you assign for me.
Long years have passed since I met your love Guiding my progress from high above Aware of every errant move As I work within the sanctioned grove,
Where Krishna awaits the traveler Who seems so near and yet so far.
Poems Undated (1727)
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