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O lord,  
With [[:wikipedia:Pandanus utilis|screwpine]] pollen, with fragrant music,
with the fragrance of the ketakii pollen
You had entered ideation.
that emanates from its flower,  
A lethargic one got coated with collyrium,
You entered my ideation.  
Intoxication smeared on eyelids.


You came with intoxicating and drowsy eyelids.
With all good things of the universe,
You came for the total welfare of all in the world,  
And all that's bad discarded,
and removed all dirt.  
Both loving hands outspread,
On rosy feet, silently,
You had entered ideation.


You came silently with red feet,  
Regarding my fitness, there was not a bit of it...
extending to both sides your affectionate hands.  
No sacrifice or self-restraint, austerity or [[sadhana]].
 
You appeared, granting compassion unmerited,
I had neither longing, sacrifice,
At my core, in sweet fashion
patience, austerity nor sa'dhana'.  
You had entered ideation.
 
You came in the sweet flow of ideation,
bestowing your causeless mercy on me.
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