Yours is the melody; we are but the flute
Yours is the the echo; we are but the mountain,
In victory and in defeat we are but chess pieces
You of noble virtues, decide our victory or defeat
Alone, we are nothing; You are the Self within our self,
As long as we are with Thee, we exist
We are Nothingness; for the source of our Being
Emanates from you, the Absolute Being, mortal-like
We [think we] are Lions, but only Lion[-emblems] on a flag
it is the wind which makes us flutter and feign attack!
Manifest is their attack, yet the wind is hidden,
He who is Unmanifest -- may he never be lost!
Your blessing to us is our breath; our being
You made it all -- All of our Being!
Our breath, our Being is Your blessing;
Our entire Being is created by You!
You allowed Nothingness
to taste the sweetness of Being
and let it fall in love with You!

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