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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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Oh! Thou, Four-Faced Deva *[1]!
Seated on the tender stalked crimson lotus
That squirts nectar abundant!
The cosmic maya that Thou had established,
Is it hare's horn or waters of mirage?
Or lotus of sky?
Or what is it?
Pray, speak!
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