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On | On which fine morn did You pour on Earth | ||
Your measureless splendor | Your measureless splendor? | ||
No history is there, no bright proverb; | No history is there, no bright proverb; | ||
Gone on | Gone on staying is only the love. | ||
No one knows Your grand achievement, | No one knows Your grand achievement, | ||
The sweetness in meter that You have contributed. | |||
You have given everything, nothing You have taken; | You have given everything, nothing You have taken; | ||
You are the incarnation full of wisdom. | You are the incarnation full of wisdom. | ||
Yourself to realize, it | Yourself to realize, it's not possible; | ||
Even the trying relies | Even the trying relies upon kindness. | ||
Existence You filled, psyche intoxicated; | |||
You sang a song immortal. | You sang a song immortal. | ||
</poem> | </poem> |