The slave is not comfortable with the blessings if they are diverting his heart from the Giver

O Saki
Serve me not too much into my cup
I be drunk in the wine and not You

O Love
Look not so much into my eyes
I see my own self and not You

O King
Bless me not with so many fortunes
I waste my life enjoying and not You

You are my Battle and Booty
Yours is the majesty and beauty

A thousand wishes I may want
Another hundred dreams I demand
Yet leave my restless soul to rant
If I were to forget You when jubilant

Nov 08 2010