Put you your tulsimala aside,
The rosary of your hands,
Your God is not yours,
Put you your tulsimala aside,
The rosary of your hands,
God is not there in your japa,
God is there where people keep it working,
Labouring under daylight, fatigued with,
Where it keeps sweating!
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