O' Lord besides You who else will support us - the poor wretched, suffering ones? After looking at us, now pull us toward your Lotus Feet and place us there. We do not want liberation, we do not want Your abode, we do not want our name in heaven or hell,. You simply make us unconscious and mad in the dust of Your Lotus Feet. On taking Your Name, let tears of joy flow from my eyes, and the voice inarticulate with emotion stalls and the entire body and it's every pour is filled with ecstacy