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That from which this world
manifests, That in which it dissolves,
That by which it sustains
itself, That is the Self of all.
That is Eternal, That is
Knowledge, and is full of Bliss,
That Truth, I know, from
which nothing is far off.
That’s splendor sung by
sages, That meditated upon by the seers,
That evading all
comprehension, the great ruler That Self is.
That fails the speech in
telling, That fails the mind to reveal,
The grandeur of That is
so, beyond any expressive means.
With blessings Divine the
scriptural knowledge, stands completely revealed when,
In depth and profundity,
will I be satisfied then.
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