இப்பக்கம் மெய்ப்பு பார்க்கப்படவில்லை
5:6 Anuboga suddhi Oh Principal Lord Whose nature is not known by others! Having enslaved this evil cur, will You, Oh Sire, cast me out? Who will look after me? What will I do, my Lord? Oh my Father Whose sacred form is gleam of gold! Where shall I enter to find refuge? (5:59) I shall enter beneath Your Foot which is mine alone! Standing in the midst of saints who adore You I shall laugh gazing at Your familiar shoulders though I am a shameless dog. I do not have melting love to see You. Am I, base one, fit to be made Your own? Alas! I cannot endure my nature, My Father! (5:60) 243
