How
weird is this which is known as life
Living
it, we ask not where it comes from, our breath
Our
meaning, sometimes joyous, sometimes full of strife
It shall come to its dawning only at the sorrowful time of death
A time
when I shall come to realize
The
extent to which life is illusory
O Death,
you shall open my eyes
O
Death, you shall reveal to me life's secrecy
While waiting for your solemn visit to mark my end
I write
to you a short letter, O Death
Through
my lines, I reach out and hold your hand
Pray, I
wish to be taken to the land of the Eternal Self
There,
the Eternal Lord, all beauteous and glorious
Shall
keep me by his side forever, as I have been till now, all courteous!
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