O Krishna,
Let me fling myself at your feet like a dancer spent.
Having spun and spun in circles,
Let me rest my humbled cheek, at the fragrant lotus of your feet.
Let me fling myself at your feet like a dancer spent.
Having spun and spun in circles,
Let me rest my humbled cheek, at the fragrant lotus of your feet.
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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