The Self

The darkness sets the sun, in its play
Thereupon, the moon begins her dance
Of virtue and sin, night and day
The Self, witnessing, in its own trance

The moon watching the sinking soul
Hides in Shiva’s hair, whole
The jiva, making its own ties
Takes up numerous births and dies

Realization being the only goal
Break up the unworthy troll
Lighting the jiva, wiping the cloud
Hear the pranava, clear and loud

Ah! The Self, rising like the Sun
Stops the world on the run
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