To which name shall I call?
Like stars upon the dark night sky,
These forms seem numerous.
To which one shall I turn my gaze?
Lost in the many,
Rampriya cries for that Simple One
The Great Seers say...
The secret lies in the mixture of longing and patience,
Like sandalwood upon the stone.
Do not push against the door...
Or else the house will crumble.
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