O great saint with an amazing soul!
Wandering just like a common man
As a diamond hidden among but coals
Enlightening all as many as thou can
Thy pain, problems and pinching strife
Brought thee up and gave thee this height
Ever toiling like an ox throughout thy life
Still so surprisingly secured Godly light
Some lovers find in thee a glimpse of God
The severest penance yet a heart so broad
They say God doesn't deny your prayers
They say sometimes thus incarnate seers
O master! Thou pay for thy lovers' sins
Thy prayers turn their swords into pins
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