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O lord,
I have kept alit a lamp of clay;
today, i have kept the earthen lamp kindled
Lord, in my clay house on this day,
in my muddy house.  
Naught is there in the world to call it mine.
You are the sole essence, I have realized.


There is nothing in the world
There was nothing mine, no, not a bit...
that i can call my own.
Rapidly I've left behind the phantasm of expectation.
I know only you as essence.  
Aspiration or reluctance, success or defeat,
Raving and wailing, they but make me weep.


There is nothing belonging to me,  
Alas, with a gentle breeze comes napping on the path;
absolutely nothing.
The fragrance of flowers, it vanishes amid the past.
The mirage of (vain) hope has been left behind.
What I've seen with two eyes and what I've only daydreamed,
 
With all that, grant embrace inside budding psyche.
The tussle of likes and dislikes,
of achievement and loss,
made me cry and weep.
 
On the path,
the soft breeze brought drowsiness, alas.
The fragrance of flowers has got lost in the past.  
 
Whatever i see with both my eyes,  
whatever i think unmindfully,
- with all that -
come into fold,  
in the recess of my mind.  
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