By however much austerity, attained You have I...
Inside my heart-core, You remain still more near.
To contemplate it feels fine, like a sweet moonlight;
Round about You dances my psychic honeybee.
The Earth's quintessence, hey Beloved,
Everyone's reverend couturier...
By action-inclined intellect, fit to be remembered,
Hey the Splendor Unseen, everybody prays always to Thee.
Your chest of affection, it is endless;
Granting compassion, always it goes on and often.
Hey the precious Lapis Lazuli, immense mine of diamonds,
In life and in death, Your sweetness reigns supreme.
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At the core of my heart, You are even more sublime.
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