On that night You had appeared;
The moon's smile was suppressed.
By a sweetly gentle vernal breeze,
Abundantly supplied was endless happiness.
I know not what is Your style;
What You state, that too grasp not I.
What's the prayer from One Who's Realized?
Night and day, ahead You move abreast.
Having gone on giving, taking You don't desire;
God Ubiquitous, pray tell, what will He acquire!
Whatever's there, it belongs to Him only;
Beginning-to-end's collection of wealth.
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You know everything before I say it. What I would donate, it is Yours anyway.
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