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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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Thou, the Redhued Gem
With eyes triple!
The Master Lamp that shineth central!
Thou, the Attributeless
For those of goodly attributes!
The Ambrosia that is blemishless!
I drank of Thee to the dregs,
With my heart for a cup.
When is the day to be
That I feel like having drunk
Of inebriate wind,
All senses total lost?
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