A King was passing
Through a forest
Three thieves attacked
One thieve beat the king
And looted everything
Another thieve
Tied up hands and feet
Pushed him in to a deep pit
Third thieve took pity
Escaping the notice
Of the two thieves
Third third thieve came back
Untied the king
Led him out of the forest
Bid him escape
I am the king
And the thieves are
Tama Rajas and Sattva
I am the divine love.
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