1033. O Lord of fragrant Thiruvēṅkaṭam, the sacred hills that rise high and pierce the sky with its towering peaks. I am caught in this body made of earth, water, fire, wind, and the wide sky that contains moving clouds. Afflicted by pain and weakened by longing, I have come and surrendered at Your feet. O merciful Master, take me in—this servant who has no refuge but You.
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