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The root of Lotus flower fairin deepest waters grows-High soars the humble-bee, but fatetheir in most wishesknows.Through love, fulfilment it bestows,and makes the lovers meet.
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The swan that shunned the cormorantsnow spreads its wings, to flyTo heavens high! so to descryfountains where his love dewells.
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Now from the height, the deepest depthhis eye doth pierce, to findThe things to which he is inclined,the tiny shining bits.
II
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Why not you enter depths and diveFor bits, rejoicing thereMy swan, why for the banks you care;no use have banks for thee.
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These waters by the cormorantspolluted, soiled they were-Swans are ashamed to enter thereand never venture near.
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O foolish swan! with cormorantsdo not keep company;But change the dirty waters, seekthe clean ones speedily...Or else you'll drink one day...may bewith herons of the swamps.
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Why do you hang about the banksor by the roadside hide?To meadows broad of 'Oneness' go,plan no escape, abide,And find the lake of love, to floatin its refreshing tide-Of secrets hum, of Reality-With fellow swans reside;With recognition true your heartcleanse, and be purified-Inspired by the guide, pick grains,and sing, by nought defied;So that you never on this sidebird-hunter may behold.
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O swan! come to clear waters, whereyou are remembered still-The hunters here are out to killand they are after you!
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the swans divine are those who pickthe pearls from waters pure;They never soil their beaks with mud;some fishes to secure;In crowds of cormorants, obscureThey are...world knows them not.
III
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The lakes are same, but different birdsnow in their waters lave...Ah... those with graceful necks, who gavesweet songs, flew far away.
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The lovely peacocks all are dead,and not one swan I see...Instead the crafty snipes...ah mehave here their homeland made.
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