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Vacana: Pure will

Allay all passion, stop all sluggishness,
Blow up the mountain of your pride,
Burn, sheaf by sheaf, your swollen stack of words;
If still your body is consumed in sin,
If still your life is weltering in the world,
How can you hope Guhesvaralinga will think
Your will is pure?

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