All speak nonsense,
All jugglers,
All magicians.
No one is guru or teacher.
What is there to teach,
But nature is sufficient
To indicate everything.
No one is attentive and
Interested in going through
True literature.
In this material world,
Truth becomes false
And false becomes truth,
The danger of the time.
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