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Disrobe, show Your beauty (from The Marital Garland of Letters)

Disrobe, show Your beauty.
Let this fickle mind see You,
and rest,
O Arunachala!

The mind, that strumpet, will stop walking her streets,
if she can just see You.
Uncover, and bind her
with Your Beauty,
O Arunachala!

The drunken mind, on her unsteady legs,
blocks the sight of You, and keeps me
from peace.
Give me the vision of Your Beauty,
O Arunachala!

You’ve taken me;
if you don’t now crush me in your embrace,
where then is your honor,
O Arunachala?

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