You had come, You had played a veena;
Even still its jingle goes on floating.
Melody You had taught, songs You had sung;
A string of that lute flashes in psyche.
You'd gone on making Earth enchanted;
After long, unbodied sleep, ecstatic.
By that Your import, a bearing having insight deep,
A golden waterfall upon life is cascading.
You did not go far remote, ever You are circling all;
In the casket of psyche hums Your love.
By that Your manner and music mode, immortal affection,
Inside what's beyond hue, color is swooning.
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You woke us up and sent us on our deathless Way.
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