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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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The organs of the intellect are but maya.
The pomp that this body is,
Is but a pond for the I to swim about.
The I that was placed in it
Hath no sentience of its own.
Thou gathered them together and made them dance.
Lovely indeed is this play, oh, God!
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