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You have sometime
surely asked someone
for the beautiful beech tree
beneath the sun

Where no sorrows tide,
no wave of glum
Just balmy breezes
of pure pleasure aplomb?

I say tired traveller,
no longer ask anyone,
since I already sized
the simple sum;

To this sanctuary
since I succumbed,
All bondage brittle
have been undone;

It is the town where
Truth’s songs are sung
And everyone is
without exception welcome.

Jubilant a joyous
journey now begun,
I nest in the Name
of the Only True ONE.

Credit: God, Guru Arjan

In French: Votre Sanctuaire
In Russian: Ваш Святилище

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