Both are illusion
Knowledge and ignorance
Both are beginning-less
Both award liberation
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Really we are fools here
We have childish mentality
We have no practical experience
Of right and wrong, my dear.
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My poems are written
Not in stone but in heart
And heart is in love
And love is in Truth
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Angry man,
O angry man,
I know, no
Peace is there
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Doing good to others
Sharing sorrows of others
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With courage
With nectar of sincerity
With perfection of artless love
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Thankfully I accept You, my dear
The fire of my errors, sorrows
And indigence has been quenched.
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Bringing joy
Bringing joy to the people
I proceeded looking at the truth.
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On receiving,
On receiving Your tacit approval,
O my dear, I am writing the poems
And ever busy in maintaining
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