English
I am not tired of endless waiting. But I am sick and tired of my own distortions, all my distortions, the clash of my ego. Bend my head down to the dust of Your lotus feet, O Lord, and never allow it to rise again. Raise my entire being aloft in the eternal glow of Your glory. In Your unfading effulgence I come and depart time after time. Don't throw me far away from You making me drift along the path of negative pratisaincara (counter evolution). But with the gift of Your compassion, let me move along a positive flow.
