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Harken, my dear, I call thee
Have mercy on me, come home. When thou art absent from me My sorrow knows no bound My mental pain,-words fail to tell. Thou hast attained manhood So discardeth the follies of thy youth
And immerse ye in the depths of the soul Severing ties with this body,
Ties that bind thee since eternity.
What a shame unto me !
Thou liveth in another's abode.
I entreat thee now, come back to me, My dear, come back to me.
Like a Cataka bird, thirsty am I
And thou art my rain cloud
And when giver and taker are so near It behoves not thee to withhold from me.
When, says Cidananda, these words Of True Self penetrated into his heart, Fulfilled he her cravings
Knowing her to be so true to him.
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Barring her love for thee, Consider thee freely
How thy love for her
Has taken thee apart from thy True Self
And led wholly astray.
It is this attachment for the body
Which is the bondage
These are the Seers' words.
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Gold is mixed with ore,
Butter with milk,
Oil with seed,
Scent with flower;
So is soul with body.
Fire is in the wood
But it lights not without friction;
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