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Mid the clouds, lighting a fire, | |||
Like | Like thunderbolt You have arrived. | ||
With the hail You hold giving a shake, | |||
You have danced upon earthquake. | |||
To Your liila there's no termination; | |||
From | From infinity comes the far horizon. | ||
With sound and touch, with form and flavor, | |||
And with scent, You've blossomed in the heart. | |||
You are the pollen of the humblest flower | You are the pollen of the humblest flower, | ||
The unplumbed bottom of the ocean. | |||
Your color mixed with that of all, | |||
In what divine sport have You indulged! | |||
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