Write more and more, O poets
I want to read more and more.
I am not satisfied with this
I want to read more and more
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It is nothing
But creating something new
Something that is special
Something trying to reach the Truth
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And everything achieved.
By transcendental achievement
I understand everything else
to be insignificant.
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I am in distress, See
You are the greatest of the great
I approach you and I know
My pleas should never go in vain
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Of the ghost
And evil spirits
They move during this time.
Morning is the times
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Body is a means
And not the end
Through the body
You can achieve
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Mother earth and
Material nature
O my dear, are
Not independent
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We are moving
In our own forms
With all glories
With all victories
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It is a mountain
It has roaring power
I know mountain is
Also a living entity
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Everything is inauspicious
And it is only due to
Our own mind's being polluted
Due to defilement of particular time
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