On us You’ve placed self’s most heavy veil
So that You Yourself can gleefully regale,
Watching us each play our assigned part
In a drama You’ve been staging from the very start,
Playing it perhaps from eternity past,
And which might forever more last.
O Lord, on us this sense of self that You’ve placed:
No greater torture than this has any mortal faced.
The burden of self on us that You have hoisted
Has now caused me to become really exhausted.
How I wish it would at once disappear
So I could be liberated from pain and fear!
They say a separate self is actually a delusion,
A conjurer’s trick, or maybe a cosmic illusion.
They say realizing there’s no self is the ultimate realization
And that final glory lies in this false self’s cessation.
If this is true, then perhaps there’s no better news,
Oh how I pine now for this false self to lose!
They say that when the barrier of this self falls flat
One discovers that all that is, is actually only 'That',
Then, one understands the self really does not exist
And no longer does the burdensome illusion persist.
Oh how I now wish to shed this sense of individuality
And to be fully submerged in You, Ultimate Reality!
Oh make me melt fully into You at long last,
With this self being rendered a thing of the past,
May this happen when the next breath I take,
Lord, please do arrange for this, for my sake.
This favour, Lord, I here ask of You,
Grant me this request, please soon do!
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