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Explanation in English
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I fill the pages of my diary every single day, writing a few words in it daily. Yet, on the pages of my actual life, I have not written even a single word so far; it remains completely blank. Writing just a few words, I fill myself with pride and arrogance. This is nothing but a mere exhibition of my knowledge; I remain completely deprived of true spiritual vision. If only I had written a couple of words of love within my own heart, then my heart itself would have naturally become a diary in its own unique way.