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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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In million, millions
May the crows flock,
Yet will they ever stand together
Against a stone thrown?
In million, millions
May the past karmas aggregate.
Will they ever touch those who have sought
To drink of the waters of Thy Compassionate Grace?
So, is it clear
That I thirst not, even a little bit,
For Divine Grace?
karmas together have conspired
To harass this body.
Will it ever be one of these days?
Oh! Thou the Pervasive Being
That is Life of life
Of this world and next!
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