Delusion

(2823)  Dure chile kache esecho

Remote had You been, close by have You come;
You have smiled on hope's mirror.
With both hands protracted, You've dragged me along;
Formless One You have floated upon form.

A tree with many flowers, bird in many bowers,
Engrossed in You only, calling they're attentive.
Preserving for everyone psyche's jeweled casket,
With everybody You have gone on making sport.

Those whose eyes are filled by slumber's inertia,
Sure it's just their own mistake, themselves do they trick.
Behind the curtain of their thoughts, staying hid,
Into a pot of poison nectar You have poured.

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