"With thy sweet soul, this soul of mine
Hath mixed as water doth with wine
Who can the wine and water part
Or me and Thee when we combine
Thou art become my greater self
Small bonds no more can confine
Thou hast my being taken on
And shall not I now take on Thine?
Me Thou for ever hast affirmed
That I may ever know thee mine
Thy love has pierced me through and through
Its thrill with bone and nerve entwine
I rest a flute laid on Thy lips
A flute, I on thy breast recline
Breathe deep in me that I may sigh
Yet strike my strings and tears shall shine."
Akka Mahadevi
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