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O lord, coming with rhythm, song and melody
With cadence, lyrics, tune, You entered mind's sweet residence;
into the sweet abode of the mind,
With the bliss of attainment, You made life replete.
you filled the heart with the joy of attainment.  
Unseen and blemish-free, a gratifying cognitive intuition,
unseen, unblemished, charmer of the mind with intuition,  
To all of my gladness, distress, and fatigue, You paid heed.
take care of all my pleasure, pain, agony.  
 
the song like a stream, goes forward with rhythm
Like a river, rhythmically the lyrics go ahead;
towards the great ocean, rushing with unobstructed waves.  
Toward the Great Ocean they rush in waves unobstructed.
Washing off the olds and carrying the message of the new,  
With a message of novelty, obsolete having cleansed,
it raises the resonance of life into sky and air.  
On both the sky and air, they raise life's sweet melody.
all remained in the vast grand sky,  
 
that which existed remains with floating lost song.  
On this vast stellar sky, everything has persisted;
i am sitting attuning my ears
What was once, that exists– even the lost song drifts.
with the hope of listening to that song.
I am seated, listening, hoping to hear that hymn
in the great sky whose end remains.
From star-studded space, whose presence for me has ceased.
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