He delights not in muttered devotions nor in harassing the soul

He delights not in muttered devotions nor in harassing the soul.
He delights not in discarding the dhoti, nor in frequent ablutions.
Show loving kindness, cherish duty in thy heart, dwell in thy home as a recluse,
Look on all other's sorrows as thine own: so shalt thou meet with the Immortal.
Endure abuse, shun quarrels, eschew all haughtiness and pride.
In such a one delights my Lord, the Formless One: says Maluk the madman.
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Maluk Das
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