We delight in dawns magenta red when we wake up,
From the black nightmare dream of sad samsara.
So raise on high the silver chalice wedding cup
To celebrate the advent of blest chit ananda!
Now the bridal marriage is consummated in bliss,
A thanksgiving to the Guru dwelling in the heart,
Seal it with an everlasting devotional kiss,
To 'That' who made the miracle happen, from the start!
There's no real substance in life's dire dream,
All that appears on awareness' fine screen,
Is not my friends what it appears to seem,
For Mother Maya deceives us in whatever's seen.
So pursue sadhana with all strength and fortitude,
And feel our Great Power of love and gratitude!
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