I do admit,
You are the highest of all.
You look on all as one,
On the analogy of your own self.
I do admit,
You look upon
The joy and sorrow
Of all equally.
You perceive
The stability
In the form of equanimity.
You establish
Union with me,
You are the fine product of time.
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