1030. O Lord of cool Thiruvēṅkaṭam, where thundering clouds rest on lofty hills. I lacked all knowledge of the soul’s true aim and, in that ignorance, harmed many living beings. To those who begged, not once did I offer a kind word. But the day I realized my ruin, I came and fell at Your feet. I am Your fallen servant, please accept me, and make me Yours.
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