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The day I learn the lesson of Love
I was scared of the mosque and dreaded fasts
I looked around and entered a temple
Where sounded many a drum-blast
Tired of reading the Vedas and Quran
Kneeling and prostrating my forehead shor
At Mathura or Mecca He does not dwel
He who has found Him, only he can tell
Burn the prayer mat, break the water pot
Quit the rosary, threw away the staff
Lovers say at the top of their voice
Leave the kosher and eat the shot