I am the potter. I am the pot. I am the clay.

The pot and the potter undergo mutations,

But I never go away.

I remain as clay.

I am the artisan. I am the ornament. I am the gold.

The artisan and the ornament undergo mutations,

But I exist in my own self, never getting old.

I am the creator. I am the nature.

In my outer consciousness,

There are chains of births and deaths.

I cause deluge that affects me not.

But in my own state, I am unborn and ever in bliss,

Immovable, undecaying and deathless.

He who knows this becomes immortal.

He gets merged with the self who is but eternal.

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By Sadguru Sri Sri Arjun

English rendering by -R.N.Mohanty