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In morning’s small hours we came to adore (from Tiruppavai)

In morning’s small hours we came to adore
Those golden lotuses, your feet: why?
Born are we in the cowherd caste
But you must take us in your own employ.
Not only for today do we seek your drum
But for ever and ever, seven times seven births!
Would be one with you, work only for you —
Change all our other wishes, Lord!

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