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O lord,  
Amid stones the huge mountain are You;
amidst stones,  
My head bent, Yourself I salute.
You are the mountain.  
Mid heaps of white lilies, the blue lotus,
Oh Lord, You are always marvelous.


With bowed head,
There's no end to Your profound wisdom,
with lotus and lily flowers,  
With its splendor filling all directions.
I salute you.  
Through Your intuition, ever novel waken
Foot-kissing Game-bubbles.


You are my ever-new astonishment.
No entrance or exit is there of Your
 
Bounty-dripping, grand composition.
There is no end to your intuition.
She who's gotten a jot of Your mercy,
In all directions i see but your effulgence.
Her I-feeling, it has merged in Thee.
 
By your intuition,
ever-new playful bubbles arise,  
as if kissing your feet.
 
There is no coming nor going for you.
Plentiful is your grand collection.  
 
By attaining but a wee bit of your grace,  
one's "i" feeling merges in you.
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