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If you boast of your fully realizing the truth let me tell you it is beyond
your comprehension and true realization; and if you claim that you have the
highest knowledge rest assured you have no knowledge – the real knowledge of
it. As such the incomprehensible or the mysterious is the glory of truth.
If you proclaim yourself to be always infatuated with the cup of
love attached to your lips, remember you are not so. And if you imagine
yourself to be blessed by the power of pure love, believe me you are not
perfectly blessed.
My beloved! How am I to realize the dignity of love? Nobody knows
how many an ego started fathoming that extensive ocean and got assimilated
therein. Then what to speak of my pure sublime though trifle egoism? Such
moonlight is this that has mingles with her moon. Such morning twilight is
this that has decorated herself with the bloom of the eastern horizon’s
heart. Such a flute is this that has absorbed herself in the nectar-like
taste of the lips, losing her consciousness completely. How can she sing
the song of his glory and reveal his dignity?
And it is quite appropriate. Because for those that have realized,
their tongue has ceased functioning; and those that have tasted the love’s
divine nectarean deliciousness have lost their senses forever. They
themselves have become exemplars of his glory.
If you are tempted to inquire about the dignity of love even after
approaching me, understand then there is something lacking in my love or O
my dear inquisitive! Your liking for love is less intensified. |
