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Ridding clouds, exuding light, | |||
You | You've infused many colors. | ||
Meeting hopes, appeasing mind, | |||
With many lives You've got crossed. | |||
Strange, new, and unknown are You, my Darling, | |||
Sweetness-coated and extolled, warmly received. | |||
You | Full of love, fit to revere, | ||
I have | You've remained in every atom. | ||
The | I have searched for You always outside; | ||
Like the musk deer, I did not see inside.{{#tag:ref|In yogic scriptures and commentaries, there is an oft-told fable about a musk deer who searches the world over for the source of the intoxicating fragrance that is coming from the deer's own self. The moral of the story is that happiness is to be found within and not without.|group="nb"}} | |||
By the musk aroma You've stockpiled, | |||
Through that You've kept making [[:wikipedia:Lila (Hinduism)|sport]]. | |||
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