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With a gala of Your names and forms, | |||
You are cramming the whole universe. | |||
Formless One, in Your play of beauty, | |||
I fail to understand anything. | |||
When I think that something is the finish, | |||
Thereupon I see beginning's image. | |||
Even after the end, there again is inception; | |||
The wheel turns, kissing the vast firmament. | |||
When about which is the best of all | |||
Pondering, I get lost. | |||
Afterward, there's still much more; | |||
It appears, even more precious. | |||
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