Thou art That, be free !
Up above the human world
The world of worries and cares
There stand uncertain, unaware
Mighty more, mighty times manifold
Names and forms, mortals mould
And adore the Almighty - the Supreme Self,
Though in truth it is a petty pelf
The view, so clear the inner eye hold
The scriptures, scrolls, vedic spells
All in fine figurative peals
Picture this Universe as if it stands
Like a tree of strange features of all brands.
Open your eyes, see its roots fixed above
And branches, far and wide, spread below,
Whose leaves are heard murmur still
The sacred hymns hallowed as God's will
The world's brain in total is its trunk
The great elements are its boughs
Leaves are only its sense's pranks
And flowers its virtues and vices.
Worldly pleasures and pains
Are its sweet and sour fruits to taste
For Man who would not refrain
From actions needless for selfish gains
This tree that stands eternal
Prevails on all of this world to mourn
Cut asunder this vicious earthly tree
With the axe of knowledge and to mind
That "Thou art that" and be free
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