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Truths of Love (2)

O Sublime, Ever-Living, Self-Subsistent, Unique One, 

transcending all descriptions!

You ravage the hearts of lovers

and plunder the life of the soul.

Your Indian beauty mark appears in every age,

consuming our souls like aloes wood in its censer.

The cries of the wayfarers slain in Your district

resound perpetually as far as the highest heaven.

Every instant You appear dressed in a different guise,

driving us mad and ravishing our hearts.

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