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In the pasture of this world,
Following unnamed rivers,
My strength failing and my vitality exhausted,
I only hear the locusts chirring
Commentary:
The bull never has been lost. What need is there to search?
Only because of separation from my true nature, I fail to find him.
In the confusion of the senses I lose even his tracks.
Greed and fear, good and bad, entangle me.
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