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Amid stones the huge mountain are You; | |||
My head bent, Yourself I salute. | |||
You are | Mid heaps of white lilies, the blue lotus, | ||
Oh Lord, You are always marvelous. | |||
With | There's no end to Your profound wisdom, | ||
With its splendor filling all directions. | |||
Through Your intuition, ever novel waken | |||
Foot-kissing Game-bubbles. | |||
No entrance or exit is there of Your | |||
Bounty-dripping, grand composition. | |||
She who's gotten a jot of Your mercy, | |||
Her I-feeling, it has merged in Thee. | |||
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