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O Dharni, the deluded Brahmans, dwell in the city of delusion.
They pile on their heads a burden of Karma and preach long sermons to other folk.

The power of deeds will bring you to salvation: this, Dharni, they proclaim aloud.
A worldly Brahman is altogether worthless: a Chamar with devotion is better far.

A Brahman that hunts flesh for food, will be swept away in the flood of sin.
O Dharni, if a Sudra be Visnu's devotee, at his feet bow down your head.
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