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First Line: I lift the cup of brahma high!
Last Line: And he receives me into him.
Subject(s): Brahma; Cups; Drinks & Drinking; Liquorice; Wine


I LIFT the cup of Brahma high!—
The cup and liquor both are his;
That flowing draught is perfect rest,
For Brahma's self the liquor is.

Let endless kalpas still revolve,
Who quaffs, no grief shall e'er befall;
For he shall dream the dream of God,
And never know he dreams at all.

My transmigrating days are o'er;
God's hand presents the sacred cup;
I eager grasp the chalice now,
And drink the Godhead's liquor up.

And while the sacred wine I quaff,
Tow souls are mingled on the brim;
I drink of Brahma in the cup,
And he receives me into him.





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