Nothing is more attractive
Nothing is more abstractive
Oh what to tell you of its worth
What to say of its strength
A precious bijou it is
I do cling to it like the addict to his cannabis
Nor is it ethereal
Nor is it ephemeral
How to divulge its essence
Should I tell you in one sentence?
It cannot be recounted
Except to those who are attracted!
What can be more covetous
Than truth, the light of the pious!
Abiding always to truth
Leads you to the path of sooth
A path meant for the pure spirit
To light and its meaning they do commit!
O pure bliss, O treasured edifice
Can one easily see through your artifice?
My own bijou, precious for me
Pray remain by my side till the end of my journey!
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