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And, the plant at once glances at the potter seated in the compound far away..., who has become bored with sensual pleasures, has become merged in yoga, in devotion, his mind has become a servant of the feet of the Lord, but, on whose facial features there stays a slight sadness!
Seeing the master in the dilemma the rose plant speaks out : "May the end of this crisis be near, oh Lord! Even the most horrible crisis ends in a moment on remembering you. Then having realized you in the heart, beholding you closely, why is there occurring' delay in the task of Arya (master) ?”
On this very occasion i.e., on the present crisis the thorns of the rose gnash their teeth too and say something harshly thus : "O crisis !
256 :: Silent Soil
