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O lord, by creating the illusory universe, in what web,
Having made the Cosmic Game,
you got entangled. in this theater of special creation,
In what web did You get snared!
the universe, all revolve around you without pause.
Everybody, in the same sandcastle You produced,
There is no chance of rest, all factors like ethereal,
Ceaselessly they dance around You.
aerial, luminous, liquid and solid, call you. into the
 
congregations of stars and heavenly bodies, the ideation
There's no restful intermission;
goes on floating kissing your feet. with the essence of flowers,
Earth and sea, wind and sky, they are calling.
the surrounding is filled. the honeybees come with expectations
Within galaxies and constellations,
of pollen of flower. is it because of counter expectation that for them,
Ideation goes on floating, kissing Your feet.
you came down to the world of mortals.
 
In surroundings filled with floral resin,
Hoping for nectar only, comes a bumblebee.
With what expectation for it,
Did You stoop unto the mortal sphere?
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