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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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Even as the unruly child
Is rocked and rocked
And gently pinched on the thigh,
The mayaic mind attaches itself to one idea
And then slowly destroys it.
It enters the unchartered land of senses
And dances, its head gyrating.
LIke the wife beyond husband's control
Sojournes where it wills,
Harder it is than stone and steel.
Without itself seeing,
Just by hearsay
It shows off as if it has seen all
And performs the acts of feint
Reducing things to atom.
All, all are capable of being performed
By this mayaic mind.
Is it possible for this poor man
To control it?
Oh! Thou the Pervasive Being
That is Life of life
Of this world and next!
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