You've arrived, a lamp You've set blazing
In a gloomy world, in a world of ebon...
Those who'd been asleep, those who were crying,
For their awakening, to make a smile blossom.
Everyone is Your own, everyone someone dear;
You're the most intimate person of everybody.
One and all having received with mind driven amok,
You have composed a divine sport.
Work You go on doing, untiring,
Forward movement's unruly audacity.
With the car You drive, road You traverse,
In an everlasting motion.
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By His grace we proceed.
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