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If there is anything worthy of my being proud about it is Thy charming face
like a fleecy cloud of love, and the sweet name of Thine, whose pleasure can
be tasted by me incessantly and with complete harmony.
If there is anything worthy of my being proud about it is the soft,
beautiful throat of Thine, around which I entwine the delicate garland of my
hands, and through my eyes can travel into the eyes of Thine – the eyes that
are symbols of godliness or personified holiness.
If there is anything worth taking pride for me it is Thy smooth
breast as an abode of affection, on which by placing my chest I can still
mischievous storms of mine. It is by nestling on that fragrant breast of
Thine that with complete harmony of my harp’s tunes I can enter into
mysterious and concrete conversations with Thee.
If there is anything worth taking pride for me it is Thy benedictory
bosom unobtainable to the gods also in which I can scour like an infatuated
affectionate child, become liberated in a while, and forget anxieties of
every kind.
If there is anything worthy of my being proud about it is Thou.
Thou art my pride, only Thou, and whatever Thou possessest. Beside it all
the universal loveliness and wealth is secondary. Therein lies the purport
of paradise and supernatural powers, salvation and earthly enjoyments, and
lies also the pride of the universe. |
