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By a way I
came, but I went not by the way.
While I was yet
on the midst of the embankment
with its crazy
bridges, the day failed for me.
I looked within
my poke, and not a cowry came to hand
What shall I give
for the ferry-fee?
(Translated
by G. Grierson)
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Passionate,
with longing in mine eyes,
Searching wide,
and seeking nights and days,
Lo' I beheld the
Truthful One, the Wise,
Here in mine own
House to fill my gaze.
(Translated
by R.C. Temple)
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Holy books
will disappear, and then only the mystic formula will remain.
When the mystic
formula departed, naught but mind was left.
When the mind disappeared
naught was left anywhere,
And a voice became
merged within the Void.
(Translated
by G. Grierson)
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You are the
heaven and You are the earth,
You are the day
and You are the night,
You are all pervading
air,
You are the sacred
offering of rice and flowers and of water;
You are Yourself
all in all,
What can I offer
You?
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With
a thin rope of untwisted thread
Tow I ever my boat
o'er the sea.
Will God hear the
prayers that I have said?
Will he safely
over carry me?
Water in a cup
of unbaked clay,
Whirling and wasting,
my dizzy soul
Slowly is filling
to melt away.
Oh, how fain would
I reach my goal.
(Translated
by R.C. Temple)
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