In my inner self, deep in my heart
In my earnest prayer and persuasions
I feel, solacing touch of the omnipotence
Yet, I've never seen His Countenance.
If someone from outside come
And speak of Him, take me to a shrine
Will I meet truly the unseen operator
Whom I, for long yearning after?
Raise not a tomb to spear the sky
Let this gentle wind not turn boisterous,
Neither defile it with Smoke of sacrifice.
Need we no more blessings Sans humanity.
Man is the loveliest shrine on this earth.
He, Who remains awaken for ever
In our soul, bow to His divinity.
Why, O, My Liberator, the leader
Ignite thirst in the sacred heart
Of the devotees ask of you for the Light?
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