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For me the beginning and the end is Rama: without Him all else is useless.

What shall I do with your Veda and Purana? the whole world is misled by them.
What shall I do with your reasoned discourses? therein my mind is led astray.

What shall I do with name and fame? without Rama all are sources of sorrow.
What shall I do with your Sankh and Joga? without Rama these are the fetters of disease.

What shall I do with the senses' pleasures? without Rama all yield naught but pain.
Darya says, the illumined of Rama, without Hari is grieved, with Rama is blessed.
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