"I submit myself to you, Master, friend of the bowed-down world and river of selfless kindness.
"Raise me by your guiding light that pours forth the nectar of truth and mercy, for I am sunk in the ocean of the world.
"I am burned by the hot flame of relentless life and torn by the winds of misery: save me from death, for I take refuge in you, finding no other rest."
The great good ones dwell in peace, bringing joy to the world like the return of spring. Having crossed the ocean of the world, they ever help others to cross over. For this is the very nature of the great-souled ones, the Mahâtmas—their swiftness to take away the weariness of others. So the soft-rayed moon of itself soothes the earth, burned by the fierce sun's heat.
"Sprinkle me with your nectar voice that brings the joy of eternal bliss, pure and cooling, falling on me as from a cup, like the joy of inspiration; for I am burnt by the hot, scorching flames of the world's fire.
"Happy are they on whom your light rests, even for a moment, and who reach harmony with you.
"How shall I cross the ocean of the world? Where is the path? What way must I follow? I know not, Master. Save me from the wound of the world's pain."
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