Lvi
This may be the last lap of the night, I couldn’t sleep the slight
Like a lone wayfarer my soul has been treading straight
Through the frosted streets shivering in winter night:
Though the heaven spreading over golden moonlight
Lvii
Like a flake of cloud I am being carried away by the wind
Alone thou keep in mind where shall the journey end:
I shall turn to a snow flake If on the mountain tops I land;
In case I rain in desert i shall vaporise again to acloud
Lviii
Why I melt and flow down from the mountain tops slowly
And the valleys tend to welcome andembrace me firmly
To wet the dry soil and submerge it in warm flood gaily
Making the land scape prolific and fertile seamlessly
Lix
When I wave ashore from the sea-soul to the land
I am being absorbed to the bosom dearly by the sand
In the rush of reverberating laughter of waves all around
Why I forget to recede, and surrender to the wish of mind
Lx
Why, my lord, make me cycle and recycle denying salvation?
I realise I have been your tool for many of your instigation
Relieve me at least now from the painfulperturbation
The soul has been for long in severe confrontation
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