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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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I am a sinner wallowing in the decitful falsehood
Of women with dark collyrium eyes.
I count for nothing.
Oh! My Lord!
My Master who hath accepted me in Thine service!
Thou, that is visible,
Clear as the amla fruit on palm of hand!
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