O my dear, let my vision
Be equal with stone and woman,
With flower and snake,
With friends and enemy,
Let my vision be equal
With living and dead.
I know I am drinking nectar here,
I know I am going to heaven,
I know You are with me, my dear.
With your presence I know
What is love here and
With Your company I know love's nature.
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