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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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Oh! Thou, the Pure One!
They, Thine devotees true, sang and danced
And in yearning intense
Bedecked their crowns
With the flower of Thy Feet.
But I, this despicable slave,
Holding this world as real,
Sought it and searched it
Only to earn evil.
What shall I do now?
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