With a medlar's sweet scent,
With a medlar fragrance in the Chaitra air at present,
Do we know the One for Whom heart pines...
With infatuating magic at a remote paradise,
Toward Whom it looks time after time?
In the three worlds, what load of pain has remained,
Whatever humble assortment of aches,
On waters overflowing like high tide of life,
Launching buoyant in a hundred ways You provide.
"Having drawn the distant near, today you bring;
Hear, upon the sky a bugle rises playing!
On drunken wind, the two poles girdled by,
Go ahead, absent a divided mind."
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We've been called to heal a fractured world and make it one.
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