I regard not anything as my own,
And here I make myself free, see.
Nothing is there to block my progress,
And hence, I am able to attain you,
You are my love, you are my truth.
I know my dear, you are a state,
That is supreme, eternal and imperishable.
And it is your grace, you are attained.
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