On the surface of this blue mere,
A white lotus, water lily, smiles effusively.
Who came, who went, she does not see;
Her mind just runs to Him only.
Many a storm has blown with flow of lightning;
Many an aerolite flashes many light-beams;
Many comets, showing up, set their tail a-dancing...
In each case, don't they come and leave?
Many days have gone away, many ages have elapsed;
Nonetheless her breast has stayed replete with nectar.
Many black-bees, haven't they come and kept on singing?
Yet her honey isn't lost, not by any means.
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Your life will brim with a bright gusto.
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