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Explanation in English
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O Lord, Your cosmic illusion (Maya) is boundless; no one can ever find its end.
You have sometimes transformed the dust of the road into a beautiful flower,
And at other times, You have reduced a flower back into the dust.
No one has ever been able to comprehend Your eternal laws,
Nor has anyone ever been able to understand Your divine resolves.
Someone is driven out of their home to become homeless, while another is blessed with a roof over their head.
Someone is gifted with entire granaries of food, while another does not receive even a single grain.
O Lord, we can never truly unravel this hidden secret of Yours.