(1556) Praner parag dhele dile
Heart's pollen You dispensed;
You left with psyche's nectar.
To know You, not having let,
Yet You discerned my all.
Outside was a brazen air;
In mind, a bashful craving.
All things mine, making disdain,
What gained You in exchange!
Tiny am I, great art Thou;
I exist in midst of Thee.
Obtaining me, did You gain anything?
Giving Yourself to me, You lost out!
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But, in truth, who robs whom?
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