(1561) Asa ar jaoya caoya ar paoya
Coming and going, wanting and getting,
Staying alive is just within these pairs.
A flow of water, holding on to hill and sea,
Unity, the one like a river makes.
Many times arriving, many times departing,
Becoming lost in the midst of many a wasteland!
In the form of mist, once again coming back,
Hope's mirage, it summons me.
Desire, with or without reason,
Some is got, but much more is not.
On a measure of attainment, ignored is the One,
He Who clears away all of the fog.
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Desire is limitless. My true goal is only the ocean of consciousness.
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