This world is an illusion for me,
Staring from my closet with my eyes,
The vividness and the mystery of the cosmos;
The ensign of diverse shades, the flora;
The marvels and the unfamiliar around me;
Nothing but Maya and a delusion.
My words extol the celestial unity,
Elegance encases me, grandeur lifts my spirit.
When I have been fascinated by splendour,
Devotion creating matchless emotions, obsessions;
When I am passive, incarcerated and caged;
When Angels sentry me and enfold me;
When compassion and generosity has besieged me;
Then no space for sin and who is looking for pardon?
But images of heaven and perdition of gulf is a mere
illusion!
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