I perceive,
I perceive no diversity,
O my dear, I perceive
No diversity in different beings.
And I discriminate between
Sentient and insentient.
Perception of unity
Is not lost in me.
I see you, my dear
In my love, in all.
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I would like to translate this poem
Imperishable Supreme is in all perishable things.