My lips adore the sacred feet of Hari
i shower rose petals and sweet blossoms
over the path that leads to
His door

His lovers are as numerous as
the sands of the beach
still He loves them all
equally

I anoint
His feet with my tears
and nectar from my heart
flows unceasing

The holy feet of the Lord
promises to
purify my
negative qualities
and fills the chalice
of my Spirit with
new wine

Only the blessed feet
of my Beloved can carry
me safely, unscathed across the
churning, turbulent ocean

Whither we can rest free
and unencumbered
on the shores
of His everlasting embrace