When the sun comes out the shady darkness disappears.
When the monsoon clouds burst forth, the summery dryness vanishes.
When the truth is finally found, the rumours are dispelled and gone.
When the genuine man appears the wasters quickly waste away.
When the truthful worker’s there, shirkers complain in discomfort.
When the world’s too full of sin, a new avatar is somewhere near.
Nothing is as something was, the Feet of Change walk on and on.
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