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He it is who weaves the web of this maya in evanescent hues of

gold and silver, blue and green, and lets peep out through the

folds his feet, at whose touch I forget myself.

Days come and ages pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in

many a name, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of

sorrow.

73.

Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of

freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.

Thou ever pourest for me the fresh draught of thy wine of various

colours and fragrance, filling this earthen vessel to the brim.

My world will light its hundred different lamps with thy flame

and place them before the altar of thy temple.

No, I will never shut the doors of my senses. The delights of

sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight.

Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all

my desires ripen into fruits of love.

74.

The day is no more, the shadow is upon the earth. It is time that

I go to the stream to fill my pitcher.