And she said
O, the Ganga jal has become impure
Because you touched
How can that be!
That which purifies everything
The decayed bodies
The filthy minds
How that be impure
Because I held it
Because my mother died
A perfect death!
O lady of the world
Ganga is divine
It washes away all sins
All the impurities
Without getting impure
Without losing its divinity!
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