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I Lalla went forth in the hope of blooming like a cotton flower

Many a blow did the ginner and the carder give to me

And the spinning woman spun me into a fine yarn

The weaver stretched me on his loom with a kick

But when the washerman dashed me on the washing stone

And rubbed me hard with fuller‟s earth and soap

And the tailor‟s scissors cut me piece by piece

Then did I, Lalla, obtain the way of the Supreme.

– Mother Lalleshwari

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