(681) Tandra jarima takhano kateni
Till then, sloth and apathy were not excised;
The sun had not yet risen upon eastern sky.
Till then, flower petals did not smile
Neath the gentle breeze of springtime.
Thrilling was the coming of heaven's pollen,
Supreme Soul penetrating the earth's bosom.
Now a tender smile's in the sky and on the wind,
And how they dance in jubilation!
Bound to the music scale, my mental lute
Sang diverse songs in Your tunes.
Unmindful of any inert thought,
My heart had yearned for that divine touch.
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When the mind is adequately focused, He transmutes base metal into gold.
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