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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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Like the dancing whirl and the potter's wheel
They but go round and round the country and wilderness.
What else will those wretches,
Who performed not tapas by Thy Grace,
Do when the God of Death cometh seeking them?
Oh! Thou, the Flame of Knowledge that is Pervasive Bliss!
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