Oh myself you have gone too far
Shrouded by the norms you have climbed too high
Vast is the view to distinguish who from who
You see everyone below you but the pinnacle oppressor
Mighty is the clutch of the animal that nurtures
Bonded by the sins it requires your service
Broken by trust it feeds your wishes
Sleeping thoughts cannot free you from your own inhibition
How you are naive to your own promise
Clinched so tightly to the appalling desires
Let go and welcome the tears of burning heart
Knock on the door of the Help of Truthful ones
Repent and migrate to the dome of Rising sun
Face your shadow and don't run away
Give water to the Hope of the intricate manner
Repent through the gifted mercy of this way.
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