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Death Death! O beloved Death! Loftier than the lofty is your grandeur-ineffable, one and indivisible with the soul! Out of a lowly human being you create a superman and turn a superman into a lowly creature of the dust. Ah! Such is your grandeur ! He who is afraid of you, a mighty man though he be, turns into a petty clod of this earth, whereas, he who caresses you with a smiling face aglow with light, even though an humble creature, is transfigured into a superman. Dear Death! I am moving along, with my heart awaiting your love-tryst, for I know there are now not many such trysts in store for us after this one tryst and—perhaps one more—with you which shall render me immortal, transport me unto the celestial orb of cosmic splendour, plunge me into the ocean of infinite bliss ! The very utterance of your name may send tremors perchance, penetrating the heart of a man inhabiting a grand edifice overflowing with plenitude; for he has to shift from a mansion to a tiny hut, from light into oblivion. But not for me the same!
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