At dawn and at dusk I sit at your feet A flood of tears flowing Washing your feet' You place your precious hands on my head
My mind is empty save your beautiful face Your tender kajal - lined eyes Your benevolent smile Fill my inner vision
How many times and how many names Shall I call you by? A thousand and eight names they say are yours But I, who can hardly speak through these tears Am choked.
All names that stir my soul are yours All roads lead to you.
