Count not anything
Counting is an act
Of a fool.
O my dear, if you are
Really wise
Go on inquiring
Where is Truth.
And remember, my dear,
Truth is within You.
Reap the reward
Of your birth, my dear,
With the image of
All-merciful
Enshrined in your heart.
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