Blind man asks me of the sunshine, The. To what can one compare it for him?
The blind man asks me of the sunshine. To what can one compare it for him?
There is the light in all its splendour: it has no colour yet it colours all.
The blind collect and ask for proofs: but without sight no vision can they have.
O Yari, when there is no faith within, who can explain by mere imparted lore?
There is the light in all its splendour: it has no colour yet it colours all.
The blind collect and ask for proofs: but without sight no vision can they have.
O Yari, when there is no faith within, who can explain by mere imparted lore?
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