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Rama, Rama, Rama chant, this grand
Lord’s name do not forget in mind
With nine orifices this jam-packed city
Five kings ruling there with all majesty
They guard this body with all the vanity
Do not get spoiled believing this mendacity.
This insecure body, just a bony cage
Tightly wrapped with a cover of skin
Full of sewage, slush, and germs within
Do not rely on this sewn up cartilage
Respected by the recurring Brahmas and celestials
Take Hari’s name with His supreme credentials
Pray the feet of Purandara Vittala
And get rid of the fear of the evils all. (en) |
