Sleep not, sleep not,
Awake, awake, awake.
It is well known, though,
Both the activities
Sleeping and waking
Are illusory,
Visible, though.
Awake and see
Who you are and
What you are doing.
Awake and know
Where is the truth,
And what is there
That is called absolute.
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