Original Song
AI Version
Spiritual life begins—
at the tongue, we are told.
That wagging piece of flesh, it seems
has a mystery to unfold.
Vibrating sounds and tasting—
two things we all adore.
Unfortunately, due to ignorance,
we choose a sorry score.
Instead of love and submission,
lust controls our heart’s desire.
Like moths before a fire,
no coaxing do we require.
If only we would listen,
to those who have walked this way—
following their example,
doing what they say.
O’ when my Lord will I learn to,
follow that path divine,
when my senses become Your servants,
and love and devotion are mine.
When my tongue cries out in earnest,
for the nectar of Your name,
and hankers for the satisfaction,
of Your prasadam, just the same.
O’ You my Lord are so merciful,
to appear so divinely;
Your prasadam so delicious,
engages my tongue properly.
Instead of love and devotion,
lust controls my hearts desire;
misusing my independence,
I remain the servant of maya.
No more independence,
no more foolish lust,
pure sensual enjoyment,
with love and trust. (repeat)
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