Perceive defects
Within you, my dear
And try to
Get rid of those defects.
You are your preceptor
O my dear, you are to
Preach the gospel to you,
Mind it, you are your ruler.
You are to conquer yourself
In body, senses, mind and intellect,
And renounce your dependence
Mind it, you are free from blemish.
Realize, O men, You are the Truth
And You are nothing but the Truth.
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