Thou, the Flood of Supreme Bliss
That dissolves the karma
Of those who stand realized
In the path beyond the reach of thought.
Will I ever through Thine Grace
Forget the illusion that goes by the name
Of wife, sons, mother, father, wealth and home
And attain the state of not forgetting Thee -
I, who is forlorn so?
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