He sits enthroned who sits supreme Above the passions of his clay; Nor fears remorse, nor feels the scourge Of conscience at the end of day. He has no greed for wealth that's won By bargain in the marts of sin, Nor lust for fame whose paans mock The hollow heart that wails within.
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