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Coming and going,  
Coming and going, wanting and getting,
desire and attainment,  
Staying alive is just within these pairs.
only around the two does my existence revolve.  
A flow of water, holding on to hill and sea,
Unity, the one like a river makes.


Like a stream
Many times arriving, many times departing,
whose flow of water
Becoming lost in the midst of many a wasteland!
joins the mountain and the ocean
In the form of mist, once again coming back,
I drift along.  
Hope's mirage, it summons me.


How many times did i have to come?
Desire, with or without reason,
How many times did i have to go?
Some is got, but much more is not.
How many times did i have to get lost in the desert?
On a measure of attainment, ignored is the One,
Time and again i return,
He Who clears away all of the fog.
as though vapour,  
while the mirage of hope calls.
 
I desire with and without cause.
I attain something
but do not attain further.  
 
Amidst achievement,  
I forget him
who removes all mist.
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