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Through all the pores of all your limbs, Let your Eternal taste it!
Along the lonely road of life, At every step beset with
Unfeeling briers and pointed stones; What obstacles are met with!
And yet, for all those stones and briers
That meet us everywhere,
Life is a heaven-granted boon Both exquisite and rare!
Since every moment is replete O Gautam! do not waste it: Life's every moment is so sweet, Let your Eternal taste it!
Without our knowing time escapes Through us, and speeds away, The body withers like a tree, The hair turns ashen grey; Without our knowing life escapes Leaving behind desires
In mournful solitary quest
Of hungry funeral-pyres !
Since every moment trickles through, O Gautam! do not waste it:
Each moment is a drop of you, Let your Eternal taste it!
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