The Ocean Lyrics

The mind that gives itself to follow shows of sense

The mind that gives itself to follow shows of sense

Sees its helm of wisdom rent away

Sees its helm of wisdom rent away

And like the ocean day by day

Receiving floods from all lands

Which never overflows

Which never overflows

Its boundary-line not leaping

Its boundary-line not leaving

Fed by the rivers

But unswelled by those

What is midnight-gloom

To unenlightened souls

Shines wakeful day

To his clear gaze

What seems as wakeful day

Is known for night

Thick night of ignorance

To his true-seeing eyes

And like the ocean day by day

Receiving floods from all lands

Which never overflows

Which never overflows

Its boundary-line not leaping

Its boundary-line not leaving

Fed by the rivers

But unswelled by those

So is the perfect one! to his soul's ocean

The world of sense pours streams of witchery

They leave him as they find, without commotion

Taking their tribute, remaining sea

And like the ocean day by day

Receiving floods from all lands

Which never overflows

Which never overflows

Its boundary-line not leaping

Its boundary-line not leaving

Fed by the rivers

But unswelled by those

And like the ocean day by day

Receiving floods from all lands

Which never overflows

Which never overflows

Its boundary-line not leaping

Its boundary-line not leaving

Fed by the rivers

But unswelled by those

Fed by the rivers

But unswelled by those