To the rhythm by which You have risen frenzied,
The world goes on dancing to it.
Seven regions You have pleased
Through subtlety effusive.
The earth is painted in Your colors;
Everyone is throbbing with Your implication.
Resonant with just Your reverberation,
In that ideation all become senseless.
Beyond speech and path, mind You transcend,
Compliant with both form and formless.
Through Your song of love, always eloquent,
Identifying You became imperative.
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A mere drop of water carried by an ocean wave, how will I recognize the sea?
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