இப்பக்கம் மெய்ப்பு பார்க்கப்படவில்லை
5:9 Aanantha Paravasam Oh Lord, You graciously rid the disease of birth of those Who bow and serve You and bestow Your adorned Feet on long-standing ancient saints. If even this is too great for me. do grind to dust the Karma of me who am like a tough bamboo. and come swiftly and bestow on me Your cool holy Feet. Oh Reality Who dispels unreality! (5:89) I myself am a lie! My heart is a lie! My love too is a lie! But if I, bound by Karma, would weep, I could gain You. Oh Honey! Oh Ambrosia! Oh Essence of the sugar-cane! Oh great One Who is sweet to me! Bestow on me, Your slave Your grace that I may come unto You. (5:90) 18 273
