Guide this little boat over the waters, What can I give you for fare? Our mutable world holds nothing but grief, Bear me away from it. Eight bonds of karma Have gripped me. The whole of creation Swirls through eight million wombs, Through eight million birth forms we flicker. Mira cries:Dark One [ Krishna ] Take this boat to the further shore. Put and end to this coming and going.
The door of Death is made of gold, That mortal eyes cannot behold; But when the mortal eyes are closed And cold and pale the limbs reposed, The soul awakes and wondering sees In her mild hand the golden keys. The grave is heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait.
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And I will do the same in return.
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