To this same jungle of fragrant sandal,
Yourself Who did send?
If having come on just your own, you remain,
Then Whom does the mind crave, oh pray tell.
Tiger-controlled and snake-copious,
The sandal forest had been fearsome.
Dread withdrawn, it became ardent with love,
By which magic of enchantment.
Never it provided fruit, the sandal tree;
Fruitless, one has returned both hungry and thirsty.
Upon your advent, it furnished all needs of journey
From the dust of lotus feet, a ruddy red.
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Physical provision is necessary, but the metaphysical is magic.
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