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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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To them that knew the mysteries of things
And realized everything is Thine Will,
Them, Thou granted unconcealed joy.
To such as me, cur-like petty thieves,
That enlightened art not,
Thou ordained in this way.
To whom shall I complain?
How my mind droops!
Oh! Thou, the Eminence Supreme!
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