Come let us wear our saffron robes
And dip our sins in Mother Ganga
Invoke the blessings of our Lord
Fill our minds with the message of OM
Blow the conch of divine call
And summon our mental troops
To seduce evil towards our Lord
Then the heaven will shower profusely
With the wisdom of OM.
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