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5:9 Aanantha paravasam Am I not Your slave? Did You not make me Your own? All those Who have become Your slaves have arrived at and merged in Your Feet. I will not discard this body yielding misery. Oh our Lord of Civa-World! I, the hardened one, do not find the way to see You to the delight of my eyes. (5:83) I do not see the way to see You. Though I saw You that day what harm have I done to myself by speaking futile words! Oh transcendental Effulgence! Oh Father! I am dead-beat fully! With what hold will I, powerless and shameless dog. rise again, Oh my Lord? (5:84) Oh Partner of the fawn-eyed Mistress! Oh Mystic One unknowable by the Upanishads! Oh Honey! Oh Ambrosia! Oh rare One to thought! Oh king Who puts up with the faults of mean me! I have spoken a little harshly. The saints have gone to enter the great city of Bliss. I and my falseness wander outside. (5:85) 269