Upon the soul, the dark one's name descends,
Upon the soul, it pours.
Upon the soul, the dark one's name descends,
Upon the soul, it pours.
Upon the soul, the dark one's name descends,
Upon the soul, it pours.
Upon the soul, the dark one's name descends,
Upon the soul, it pours.
Like monsoon rains on verdant fields,
Like spring's rebirth in flesh and bone,
So blooms the heart, a garden bright,
Where His sweet presence is well known.
Beholding the dark Lord's radiant form,
Beholding His grace,
My spirit dances, ever more,
Upon the soul, it pours.
Upon the soul, the dark one's name descends,
Upon the soul, it pours.
Upon the soul, the dark one's name descends,
Upon the soul, it pours.
In His name, the heart, a seed is sown,
Upon the banks of flowing streams,
Without Him, life, a barren waste,
Like fish bereft of water's gleams.
A servant of Narayan, I yearn to climb,
To reach the higher space,
Again and again, my spirit burns,
Upon the soul, it pours.
Upon the soul, the dark one's name descends,
Upon the soul, it pours.
Upon the soul, the dark one's name descends,
Upon the soul, it pours.
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