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The new-moon night, darkness-covered, | |||
You | Piercing gloom, You have come. | ||
Everything of mine having flooded, | |||
Your seat in a niche of heart You've taken. | |||
I've no fear from anything; | |||
For everything is stored in Thee. | |||
I keep musing on You constantly, | |||
And certainly You've remained mine only. | |||
I | I will never scorn anyone; | ||
Your liila includes everybody, Lord. | |||
You're the surety for the vast cosmos; | |||
You have gone on telling this axiom. | |||
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