(157) Na ciniyai jahake dekechi
The Unknown One, to Whom I've called,
He had come in a dream.
Through painted clouds' rainbow-colors,
I've observed Him furtively.
In the sound of ankle bells, sweetly jingling,
In thoughts about Krsna, heart overflowing,
I am understanding that I didn't see Him;
Inside of my eyes, He had not been.
Even if about Him everything be known,
As much as I know, that much I don't.
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Even when I think I know Him, I know only that I don't.
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