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The lotus blooms in autumn-time, Unsullied, white and cool; Its virgin loveliness in born Out of a muddy pool. Behold ! it stands aloof, apart In self-security, Thrice self-assured of burgeoned peace And lambent purity.
Since every moment comes to pass, O Gautam! do not waste it; Calch it and brim your empty glass, Let your Eternal taste it.
This body is a vessel On the ocean of existence, Sailing across its wastes of waves It covers lonely distance. The sky has met your voyage With both favour and disfavour. Now that you are about to reach The shore, you must not waver.
Since every moment drips with love, O Gautam ! do not waste it: It has been granted from above, Let your Eternal taste it!
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