Take care to keep the earth pure,
Take care to keep the sound, the touch,
the color and the taste pure.
Let there be pure fragrance in the earth,
Let the objective of life be pure.
Let the water, the air, the light, the sky,
And the austerity in ascetics be pure.
The very birth, death and its cycle be pure.
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