He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches.
He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
He it is who weaves the web of this Maya in evanescent hues of gold and silver, blue and green, and lets peep out through the folds his feet, at whose touch I forget myself.
Days come and ages pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow.
Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.
Thou ever pourest for me the fresh draught of thy wine of various colours and fragrance, filling this earthen vessel to the brim.
My world will light its hundred different lamps with thy flame and place them before the altar of thy temple.
No, I will never shut the doors of my senses. The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight.
Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.
我不需要用脱离关系来释放自己。在万千快乐的枷锁中，我感受到了自由的拥抱。
你以色彩各异、芬芳扑鼻的新酒，不断地斟满我的陶罐。
我的世界，将用你的火焰点亮那无数明灯，并安放在你庙宇的祭坛前。
不，我永远不会关上我的感官之门。视觉、听觉和触觉的快乐，将承载你的喜悦。
是的，我的一切幻想都会燃烧成快乐的亮光，我的一切愿望都将成熟为爱的果实。
74. Glo***ng黄 昏
The day is no more, the shadow is upon the earth. It is time that I go to the stream to fill my pitcher.
The evening air is eager with the sad music of the water. Ah, it calls me out into the dusk. In the lonely lane there is no passer-by, the wind is up, the ripples are rampant in the river.
I know not if I shall come back home. I know not whom I shall chance to meet. There at the fording in th