Thou art of the Form that is Formless.
Thou art of the Path unreached by thought.
Thou art the Bliss inseparate.
For those who craved for liberation finale,
Is there anyway but Thine way of silentness?
Thou, King of Bliss,
Seated at the foot of wild banyan tree
Whose branches bending low over Thine head,
Laden with blossoms of jnana,
Dispel the mayaic darkness of this world.
Oh! Thou, Ambrosia of sweetness surpassing
That encompasseth Thine beloved devotees!
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