After death, the world of Siva and the world of Vaikunta
We shall attain, who believe thus
Inane people are they who preach such words
Mindless are they, pronounce thus while you blow the conch!
In this world, in this day
In this moment, to reach liberation
With lucid intellect, who endeavor to strive
Pure are they, pronounce thus while you blow the conch!
Deceptive Illusion, who perceive to be deceptive,
Senses, slash and discard away
Yet, indisputably remain content
Aryans are they, pronounce thus while you blow the conch!
Kajal applied sword-like eyed ones, and also gold
Mire are they, who believe thus, unflustered
Work with ease, performing
Saints, are they akin to, pronounce thus while you blow the conch!
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