As I lie in the cradle
Wrapped up in bonds of care and attachment,
Rocking to the lullaby of time
I breathe with the caress of life.
Vistas of rain or shine, I smile
Terrors of pain or trouble I cry
The scream that I want to be, of the sound of ecstasy.
That you lift me and wean me off, oh dear one!
This stranded cradle, the karmic cradle.
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