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As the moth for love of lotus looses itself in the flower And yet is happy; so am Thy devotee, my lord As the deer, mesmerised by the melody transfixed near the axe of the huntsman; Iam thy devotee... As the rain bird in its utter loneliness calls its lover continuously So i wait for a vision of Thee, my lord For i feel forsaken and lonely and sad.

-Surdas.