With this same fount of effulgence,
Who are You that came?
Eyes opened, at me gaze.
Like the new-moon night, I'd been aslumber,
Graciously, into my vicinity You came.
No outer or inner side is Yours;
Manifest, You're a string of magnolia.
Rising cloud-born is the light's non-presence;
By Your touch, the flaw You washed away.
The cosmic mind's necklace gem-studded,
You are beyond measure, bottomless, unlimited.
Tranquil and affectionate nectar's essence;
Who would know if You did not proclaim!
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And that's Your mark.
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