Fisherman casts net to catch fish
All fish within the net trapped
But the fish under the feet of
The fisher man is not trapped
You are my fisherman, my dear
You are casting time-net that is
Illusion diseases and death
But I surrendered myself under Your feet
And I am happy here and in peace
I know what is what and not in illusion.
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