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You wore the habit but the secret knew not—amrit you drank and made it poison.
In lust and wrath your life you wasted—with Sadhus lived but sang not Rama.
Your tilak has not cooled your fever, though the thickest rosaries you wore.
Rai Das says, If I win the secret, shall I hold and know Niranjan true?
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