You say, O philosopher,
This world is a dream
And unreal.
And you believe
The existence is like water
And it is in the form of
Snow, cloud and vapour.
O my dear, let me believe you
And let me admit your words
And still I realize the truth
That is there in all changes.
Hear me, my dear, I am not attached
With anything or with any person
And see, I am dreaming that are real.
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