Wood and fire
Fire appears
In a concealed
Form in wood
And fire reveals
At other times.
Whether wood is
The cause of
Real happiness
Or the fire
I am not here
To say before You.
O my dear, I know
You are like fire
I am the wood here
I am performing
My duties and
You are Yours.
You manifest
Differently in
Different forms
At different times
That I know
Only for the welfare
Of all here.
I am sure
I am not wood
I am the fire
In this wood form
At present here
It is You who
Can make me change
as per Your wish.
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