My dear men, I know
You are not a machine
To produce stool and urine.
You are that pious creature
Of this world who knows
The Supreme Truth and love.
You have eyes that can see
The Almighty here there everywhere
And pray for the welfare of all.
You are the son of nectar, my dear
I know you, men, being the fragment of God.
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