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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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The glades of flower-laden arbour,
The ambrosia freshly distilled
And the copious rain of Bliss
That is laden with tranquility -
Thee leave not ever,
The site on earth where I was
In silentness pure,
Surpassing grave of the dead.
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