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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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Thou, the Light of Bliss Form
That standeth transcending vocabularies entire,
Well, indeed, that Thou create me, Thy slave,
As a slab of stone.
For impossible indeed for me to merge in Thee
With these sense organs possessed.
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