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O lord,
Because of You my life is filled;
for you,
I have gone on singing hymns...
my whole life,  
Let there be no splendid rhythm,
I sing songs.  
Let there be no settled practice.


Yet, there is no illumination of rhythm nor progress in sight.  
Hey the dreamy yearning's Deity,
O divinity attainable in dream!
Speak not on maya of mortality.
Tell me about the destructible ma'ya',
You fathom my anxiety
the divine illusion.  
At core of heart love-smeared.


Understand my restlessness,
On nights of sorrow and mornings of glee,
and my love-absorbed heart.
You have played a game with me.
 
Through all the giddiness of psyche,
In nights of pain
Atop liila You float constantly.
and mornings of pleasure,  
You play your game with me.  
 
Despite all the swoons of my mind,  
You continue playing your divine game.
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</poem>
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