(461) Tumi kahar tare acho base
For whom are you waiting
On a lonesome shore,
Please do tell me?
I ply a boat of form,
In the formless sea;
I don't neglect anyone.
Steering a ship in the stream of time
Has no start and has no end.
When it was begun, when it will be done–
Neither is known to science.
Only going forward is My wont;
I never stop.
At day's end fatigue sets in;
All return to their home.
Travelers, weary and hoping for a ferry,
Arrive beside the coast.
With My boat I'm always prepared;
I'm never late.
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He is ever ready to welcome weary travelers, ever ready to ferry us home.
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