Summon me in thy caravan
O Nomads of inner peace
Amongst the demigods,
Summon this man of worldly pleasures,
Amongst
those who grow in the dark
On the concrete,
Who desire to be unlamented,
Amongst whom,
I shall be served with the nectar of Anger & Love,
Away from boiling waters,
As I desire to see the truth;
Etching with the sword of austerity,
A man of less pleasures;
Thus meeting the Vairāgya.
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