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|keywords=Prabhat Samgiita,Prabhata Samgiita,Prabhat Samgiit,Prabhat Sangeeta,Prabhat Sangeet,surrender | |keywords=Prabhat Samgiita,Prabhata Samgiita,Prabhat Samgiit,Prabhat Sangeeta,Prabhat Sangeet,surrender | ||
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On my way to ask for You, in error | |||
Your grant of a boon have I implored. | |||
I | On my way to get the sea, one drop | ||
Of mere saltwater have I got. | |||
I | I did not know the difference twixt matter and consciousness; | ||
I'd not learned which gives mundane pleasure and which, eternal bliss. | |||
Relinquishing the giant tree and getting a fruit only, | |||
I considered that to be intellectuality. | |||
Whatever You gave with the right hand, | |||
With the left hand You have taken back. | |||
When all asking and getting are finished, | |||
I've noticed that the final tally, it is nil. | |||
You made no demand but You know I'm now with You, | |||
These very words are played upon Your flute. | |||
Whatever | |||
You have taken | |||
You know | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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