In the Vigil of the Supreme Self

Seeker: How much do you know of my austere devotion?
Ascetic: I am blessed to partake in your self-mortifying, secret practice; my soul is aware of it. We are not separate; to remain ignorant of your worshipful feelings—impossible.
Seeker: My sixth sense wishes to give you an unknown message; special worship has been completed for this. Now I am able to receive your external touch directly in my soul; this is impossible for you, because you are anointed only to bear spiritual touch.
Ascetic: How was this impossible made possible?
Seeker: Even the slightest feeling of your 'displeasure' could render my practice futile; it could multiply the agony of my death manifold.
Ascetic: That emotion does not exist in my supreme soul; thus its manifestation too is impossible.
Seeker: It is in this assurance that I have engaged myself in austere worship; in exchange for worldly and spiritual suffering.
Ascetic: I am aware; I have complete faith in you. I am eternally pledged to your feeling called 'love'; there is no scope for error.
Seeker: Wondrous! This flow of anguish is unbearable; come, spread across my body that blissful fire-bath.
Ascetic: You are the vessel of supreme beauty; your external enchantment and spiritual radiance create bewilderment in my sight.
Seeker: You are able to touch my body-soul; the more intense this touch becomes, the deeper your existence penetrates into my soul.
Ascetic: Come, enter toward my heart.
Seeker: Only you can take me to the pinnacle of ultimate enchantment; your external being has touched my form to madness, and our souls have been satisfied in the sweetness of feeling.
Ascetic: But receiving the touch of this extraordinary feeling at all times is not possible; your blissful experience remains swooned in my soul in boundless fulfillment.
Seeker: The more the intensity of the feeling called love increases, the more touch-sensitive our external being becomes; you are slowly devouring me, in the sting of feeling, in unbearable rapture.
Ascetic: A trace called 'fear' has spread through the depths of my heart; the touch of your emotion is capable of rendering my soul's chamber lifeless.
Seeker: You have succeeded in numbing my soul through the application of supreme feeling; this bliss—is becoming unbearable, the result of which could be future terrible anguish.
Ascetic: You speak truly; our extreme feeling has remained as witness to the awakening time of the supreme soul.
Seeker: In your touch I am immersed in the sound of a great deluge; if even the slightest blow comes, it will exceed my endurance; if you abandon me, I will be lost in death's abyss.
Ascetic: Though the feeling of deluge blazes in our souls, still how does the shadow of your torment become visible in my heart? I cannot cause you pain; abandoning you is impossible even in the bloodiest moment of any great deluge.
Seeker: The touch I have received from your external being into my soul has plunged me into such bewitching bliss—whose source could be your attraction toward me, toward my external beauty.
Ascetic: My enchantment with you is eternal; our supreme soul is free—from 'displeasure' or 'anger'.
Seeker: How wondrous! Toward your heart trembles a love scorched by anguish; the bleeding in your soul—increases my anxiety with every breath.

[In the final part, two voices unite]
We are not bound by body; we are bound in soul's bondage.
This love—pain, bliss, bleeding—
all is the silent saga of the supreme soul's awakening.