When You had appeared,
I had been asleep deep,
In a confined dwelling, ego-ringed.
You opened up a door by which conceit;
Inside You arrived by what means?
A wand of life, a wand of death,[1]
Near to head they'd been maintained.
You picked up the stick of living;
Missing went the stick to slay.
Amid my sense of 'I', the king of snakes,
But bathed and blessed the 'I' became.
That 'I', becoming Yours, it was spent;
Yourself it attained, hey Darling.
Upon mental sky, moonlight having appeared,
At first, my mind forgotten was made.
At end of the want-and-gain assembly,
On just thought of the One, completion it gave.
That start mixed with that ending,
On horizon it got sprayed.
Of eternal sense of I, thenceforth,
For all time, shattered was the sleep.
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I saw not Your arrival; nonetheless, afterward, nothing was the same.
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