What is that
Clear intelligence?
Let me explain-
I am the real,
The world is false.
But truth is this world,
I am not attached to this world.
But without me,
The imagination of the world
Is not possible.
Everything is meant
To be enjoyed by me-
True but not practicable.
Favorable or unfavorable,
No matter, but I am
The enjoyer, though,
Not the proprietor,
As you say, my dear.
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