They are Vaishnava, who know another's pain,
And ease their suffering, again and again.
Who do good deeds, yet pride they disown,
They are Vaishnava, their true nature shown.
They never speak ill, in any place they tread,
Who hold no malice, in thought or word, instead.
Who treat all fairly, like water's gentle flow,
They are Vaishnava, the depths of their souls they show.
With equal sight, and desire's chains unbound,
Who see all women as mothers, on hallowed ground.
Who never speak falsehood, nor covet wealth untold,
They are Vaishnava, their stories bravely told.
Attachment's grip, they have cast away,
Firm in their resolve, come what may.
The name of Ram, their constant refrain,
Their body's form, not their only domain.
Greed and deceit, banished from their core,
They conquer anger, and desire's open door.
Unburdened by craving, their presence a grace,
Their very sight, a luminous embrace.
They are Vaishnava, who know another's pain,
And ease their suffering, again and again.
Who do good deeds, yet pride they disown,
They are Vaishnava, their true nature shown.
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