(1507) Se chilo amar, saunge nishidin
He was mine,
With me day and night.
At innermost He was lodged,
But Him I could not recognize...
Though seeing, I saw not.
With the crimson glow of daybreak's sun,
To Earth He brought music from heaven.
Though listening, I heard not that tune;
By its notes I was not enthused.
With the midday's fiery sun
Always to dance havoc in rhythm,
Thundrously he kept calling, but in fear
I did not draw near.
Mid the pallid light of sundown,
In a conch-like sound His voice rings out;
But with the wine of pride, drunk was I...
I could not offer reply.
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Due to ego, perception and conception are blocked.
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