When earthly attachment keeps me busy ,
when non-activated is my soul ,
Then also O' my lord ,
I happen to render your song
to salute you , my goal .
O' my lord , I beg your pardon
For the useless gift
my vacant mind passes on .
The prayer is without the offer of flower ,
the song is without love .
I hope as my earnest desire ,
taking his name in my dry voice ,
The stream of deepest of blessing
cascades down , in case.
Suddenly , on your own ,
You will fill me up with your love ,
With this confidence in mind
I throw my vacant heart at your feet
to be on a roll .
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