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Flowing the stream of light, rushing soft breeze,
Having plied a stream of light
O who is you the traveler, that goes on singing the song.
And on a breeze having hied,
You never recognize any obstruction, never stop by anything.
Hey You, pilgrim of which odd type,
You do not know anything other than love. towards what are
Singing songs have You passed by?
you moving? there is no fear, hatred and shyness hence you
 
are the forepart covering the whole world. there is no beginning,
Any impediment You never heed,
middle or end of yours. we cannot hold you by praise and language.
For not a thing do You cease,
Speechless simply i go on thinking, what should i offer to satisfy you.
Naught but love do You perceive...
You proceed, in whose direction gazing?
 
Of Your pathway there's no closure,
Nor aversion, fear, or demur.
Hence, at everyone's fore,
You have been shielding the world.
 
A start, end, or middle is not there;
We fail to cling with words of eulogy.
Stricken dumb we just go on musing...
By giving what will we be pleasing Thee?
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