'The symbol of Truth sounds like that
And all the sounds emerge from it',
Say the seers who saw and heard
All that's truly shown and told.
I bow to Thee, Primodial Sound
Thy music, what i aspire for,
May fill my heart and pen from there
The bliss Thou only can confer.
Bless my tongue to sing thy glory
And amuse the listening souls
The pain I myself take for that
These strains shall turn ample return.
That's my prayer when thus I start
To attempt what those million bards
Admirers of Truth and Beauty
Tried with words to capture, Aum...!
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