What had been my drowsy inertia,
Master, You withdrew.
Now on this dark night, same night of ebon.
Inaction-induced weight of ignorance,
It went far away in a second.
What had been beyond my concept,
Now that too became perception-held.
Lit by a hundred suns' effulgence,
Gloom in prison You transformed.
With such cosmic magic is Your divine play:
Each instant with delight, an ever-new game.
Thought of birth's amazing wish to make
Comes with a sportive implication.
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Upon this Earth came I and even You too!
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