If you lift yourself up to me
with all your heart
I shall be with you in your distress
for you have heard the words of my mouth.
I shall clothe you with my robe of mercy
And gird you with my joy.
I shall fix you like a peg in a sure spot
I shall give you honor wherever you are.
–
O, unseen God!
worshiping you in my secret temple
I offer you the incense of love
before your golden shrine.
I shall sing your praises
playing on my veena.
Would you be pleased
when I dance
through the night
in your holy presence,
until the dawn breaks
into mild golden rays.
(Veena is an Indian musical instrument)
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