Love is disinterested giving
without a hope of receiving
anything in return
so utterly free are love’s actions
Love’s ministry can truly work
where giver and receiver
give and receive spontaneously
as all nature does from dawn to dusk
Where every one is bondage-free
cramped by no chains of illusion
love blooms freely as flowers in spring
no laughter is formatted and feigned
So celestial divine Love’s beauty:
unearthly, not of this world
a melody sweet and spontaneous
never before was it ever heard.
(Yayati)
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