O' Lord! I do not know how to worship with exclusive sentiments, to take refuge in only You. For infinite lifetimes and even till today, I have lost myself in being a slave to sense enjoyments. I seem to find it pleasurable. I do not understand the method to worship you. Now my life is fearful of the unrestrained and disproportionate attack ... See Moreon sense objects. O' Lord! seeing to your own opposition, keep me in your shelter and give me such strength, whereby not even a single moment do I forget you