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Thy rivers that never run dry or waste flow out like rain from heaven, Bringing thousands of strengths.
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He flows, beholding all beloved sacred teachings on his path, Green-tinted, waving his arms.
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He, when the people dress him like a docile elephant king, Sits as a falcon in the forest.
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So bring hither to us, Indu, while you are pure, All treasures both from heaven and earth.