Having sought I did not find the path's outset;
And I also do not know the path's conclusion.
While musing on You, I found no end;
Your limit too I do not acknowledge.
Hey Avatar of Consciousness, Yourself
No one can ever describe or represent.
Speech arrives, then goes back again in shyness;
Unknown are both thought and language.
That bakul avenue with flowers strewn,
It has remained saturated with Your dew.
This eye-soothing souvenir of You,
Compassionately, You have kept intact.
And I also do not know the path's conclusion.
While musing on You, I found no end;
Your limit too I do not acknowledge.
Hey Avatar of Consciousness, Yourself
No one can ever describe or represent.
Speech arrives, then goes back again in shyness;
Unknown are both thought and language.
That bakul avenue with flowers strewn,
It has remained saturated with Your dew.
This eye-soothing souvenir of You,
Compassionately, You have kept intact.
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He lets us get a whiff of Him.
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