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O lord,  
Myself You have loved,
You love me,
Therefore You encircle me through a hundred forms.
that is why,  
Despite being truth absolute, everlasting,
through hundreds of forms,  
Down to Earth You descend, to state of duality.
You surround me.  


Though you are absolute and eternal,  
Your cosmic game is profound and vast;
You appear in the realm of duality.  
Even grasping that, to understand is a task!
Intellect and intuition that observe and contemplate,
To them also, with own hand, You give shape.


Your divine game is limitless and intense.
You do not submit to cobwebs of argument,
And even after knowing this fact,
But You get trussed up by heart's shackles.
it is hard to understand you.
With philosophers and orators,
 
Like the moon with clouds, ever You sport.
The intellect and intuition that consider and probe,
are also created by your very own hands.
 
You do not appear to me in the web of reasoning.
You remain bound and knotted within my core.  
 
In the hands of orators and philosophers,  
like the moon that hides behind the cloud,  
You forever keep playing.  
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