Stay there
My dear son
And be happy
See and regards
Alike
Happiness and distress
A lump of earth
A piece of gold
A stone
With an equal eye
My dear son
Situate equally
In praise
In blame
In honour
In dishonor
Treat alike
Friend and enemy
Renounced all
That are materials
I know and you
Also know
You have transcended
The modes of nature.

gajanan mishra

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