By means of a touch of fire,
You did let snow-coldness be set aside.
Imposing lifeless matter upon state of mind,
A rain-soaked Game You devised.
Why this same divine play, not a thing I fathom;
Yet I forget not that nothing is free from sport.
Seeking in the liila-filled is doable endeavor;
This thought You did waken in mind.
Cosmic game exists, hence the living survive;
Amid only liila is all desire-and-find.
In a sportive universe through liila's surmise,
On liila a love-stream You made ride.
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Nothing do I fathom; still I feel the love.
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