Nakedness sans robes
Is our real nature;
The egos we cultivate,
The “I”, “me”, “mine”, we feel
Identified with the body and mental traits,
And psychological bonds we create and or break
With that “false I, me, mine”,
The languages we speak,
The cultures and civilizations
We practice and the nationalities we possess
The religions we follow and the ideologies we preach
Are all clothes we wear when we ‘come out’;
In reality we are sky-clad
Silence is our original composition and speech
Peace and Bliss are our real wear;
In essence and originality
We are pleasantness incarnated;
Let us take off our robes
Be naked from all super-impositions
And experience the pleasure of our rasa sthithi [1],
The aesthetic and intimate union with Us;
Our natural possession
Nature and state of well-being,
Wellness, Health and Wealth
[1] The mood attained by heart
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