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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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Tongue have I to praise Thee.
When silentness I observe,
I have the Grace Mother of silentness
To protect me like a child.
Thou, the Bliss Permanent, art there.
I am there to seek Thy refuge
And my heart is there,
Melted like wax in fire,
Seeking to reach Thee.
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