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... the Bharat wherein the Aryan Maharshis were born - that is the Bharat wherein we are born , too . How many great men are sitting around us ! Behold , Shri Chai- tanya for the sake of humanity's salvation renounced his all !
... the Bharat wherein the Aryan Maharshis were born - that is the Bharat wherein we are born , too . How many great men are sitting around us ! Behold , Shri Chai- tanya for the sake of humanity's salvation renounced his all !
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To be born of thee - how blessed is the privilege . Who is there to rob me of it ? Is there any robber so daring ? Time ? Death ? No , none . My body will I sacrifice , my life will I lay down in thy service , by noble land .
To be born of thee - how blessed is the privilege . Who is there to rob me of it ? Is there any robber so daring ? Time ? Death ? No , none . My body will I sacrifice , my life will I lay down in thy service , by noble land .
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... the land of dreams , where Karma Weaves unthreaded garlands with our thoughts , Of flowers sweet or noxious , -and none Has root or stem , being born in naught , which The softest breath of Truth drives back to Primal nothingness .
... the land of dreams , where Karma Weaves unthreaded garlands with our thoughts , Of flowers sweet or noxious , -and none Has root or stem , being born in naught , which The softest breath of Truth drives back to Primal nothingness .
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Songs of Freedom: An Anthology of National and International Songs from ... Ramachandra Krishna Prabhu No preview available - 1967 |
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