Oh, tongue, let go of your dirty ways,
Always eager to curse, in a haze.
Rise early, with the dawn's first light,
Praise the Lord with all your might.
Thank Him for the good He brings,
Praise the God of all good things.
Oh, tongue, don’t tease, don’t spread ill,
Chant His virtues, and be still.
Sing of God, let your heart be pure,
Praise His name, that’s the cure.
Speak of His flower feet so sweet,
Leave your impurities, be complete.
(A hymn by Shri Purandaradasa)
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