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Explanation in English
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I made a lot of effort to know the truth—who is it, what is it? It awakened many waves within me. But I only knew its name. I do not know the colour or shape of the truth, nor had I seen its grand, cosmic form. Finally one day, I found the truth; it came to embrace me upfront. When I rejected it, it demanded proof. I realized at last that this truth is me. Why do I deny my own self, why do I not abide within myself? When I do not understand my own self, is it even possible that I understand others?