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My Supreme Lord,
What shall I do?
Do You want me to complain
Against the world,
Or should I explain to You
Why I am in
Such a deplorable situation?

“My sweet child,
I need no complaints from you.
I need no explanations from you.
I want you only to maintain your soul’s
Adamantine will-power-fire
To burn the ignorance-tree
That you see before you
And the ignorance-tree
That is inside you.”