The saint in the hermitage with a girl,
O my God! see his meditation!
A false and fake yogi, sadhu he
Playing with religion and spirituality
Smoking ganja from an earthen pipe
With the ganja on the embers upon
And the eyes of the sadhu reddening
And the girl a disciple of his
Come in pursuit of happiness,
Lured and brought, persuaded wrongly,
Fled from her home,
Enticed and eloped with!
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