COME FRIEND, flinch not, step down upon the hard earth.
Do not gather dreams in the dusk.
Storms are brewing in the sky, lightning flashes are striking at our sleep.
Come down to the common life.
The web of illusion is torn, take shelter within walls of rough stones.

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 earthern vessel to the brim.
My world will tight 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.

II. 85. nirgun age sargun nacai
BEFORE THE Unconditioned, the Conditioned dances:
'Thou and I are one!' this trumpet proclaims.
The Guru comes, and bows down before the disciple:
This is the greatest of wonders.