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in a moment
and the mind's secret gets washed away in a moment.
My companion the music, is equanimity orange-cold.
Bound to some age
I cannot possibly live, and attuned to sume tune I cannot possibly speak!
My companion, the music, is free, naked in manner.
If the sight turns towards the ocean,
the ocean seems heavy, huge extended to kalpas (innumerable years);
if the sight turns towards the wave,
the ocean seems of a small duration.
One and the same thing is divided in many aspects, coloured in many colours, is waving.
146 Silent 'Soil
My companion, the music, is sevenfold in manner.
With the drop of pleasure I got bored,
in the ocean of misery sank,
sometimes with garland
