I

Thy two eyes lotus-like shed lambent light,
the light doest enter each part of this world.
I hear this brilliant light is just Thy sight.

Thy very hands are numbered four and pearled;
A conch and discus seen on right hands Thine
go well with what’s left – maze and lotus furled.

Thou well pervadeth what’s inside out fine;
Nothingness maketh all from thy strength great.
Thy number loved isn’t three or six but nine.

If beauty thine were to be told or trait,
I’d coin new terms lest I be called a spod;
There’s no way glory thine can someone rate.

Thy flair cannot be fathomed, I so laud;
Bestow just peace upon us all, dear Lord!

II

Thou knoweth what is happing on worlds all;
With bliss thy body always oozes yet.
Elan doest rest in Thee, Thou standeth tall.

Who address Thee as savior never fret,
For them Thou saveth from sins and regrets;
Thy name alone canst peel off all the debt.

Shiva and Brahma worship thee in lets;
For know they well that Thou hast no confine.
I witness Thee abiding within gets.

Inside me Thou abideth right now fine,
And thou doest make me see, smell, hear, feel, trod;
Thy form is name thine, and Thy name a sign.

Thy flair cannot be fathomed, I so laud;
Bestow just peace upon us all, dear Lord!

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III

Variety thou adoreth, thousand-named.
With no beginning or end floweth thou,
creating great creators who are famed.

Is there a thing that can escape thee now?
Or could a single atom move with zest
If Thou didn’t drive it or to move allow?

From where do we come and why do we rest
are not the questions that only I ask;
But I don’t fret, for all are put to test.

That Thou should be esteemed, shall I suggest?
For many roam round doubting Thy finesse;
Or shall I let things be at Thy behest?

Thy flair cannot be fathomed, I so laud;
Bestow just peace upon us all, dear Lord!

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