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O Lord, You are pole star of the dark night,
On the dark night You're my [[:wikipedia:Polaris|Star of North]];
You would not let anyone lose his path.  
From path You don't let me get lost.
I have lost the proper direction
In bamboo grove I am nonplussed,
trapped in the forest of bamboos.  
Oh the woodland doe's Cherished One.
You are the pupil of eyes
 
of the wild deer.
Startled by a forest rustle, timorous,
She is always afraid and surprised,  
Always afraid, engaged in thought,
scared and engrossed in doubtful thoughts.
Yet You, seeing me, giving heart's affection,
Still, You looked at me  
Watching the goings-on, You beckon.
and offered mental affection.
 
You provided direction for movement.  
Like the musk deer{{#tag:ref|In yogic scriptures and commentaries, there is an oft-told fable about a musk deer who searches the world over for the source of the intoxicating fragrance that is coming from the deer's own self. The moral of the story is that happiness is to be found within and not without.|group="nb"}} I rush about,
Rushing like the musk deer,  
Fear of own darkness being roused.
raising fear in own darkness,
I don't see a ray of light has awakened, stretching out;
I did not see that the ray of light  
On mind's depths it rises in a hundred fashions.
has arisen and appears
in the depth of the mind  
in hundreds of flows.
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