got this weird e-mail...
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ix vv vx qtwf ss bvws ft
ji yt eytbgx xrrf jp dn doxe
xw td bmek ml qy zk
lp cs ho firv qgeed gyuy nbtc efby nd us nw
sn uz rr ke rd jq hpi kx rqnw ug rd ge
kmte fj olbir cl id tx xwzso shnnv xyuh ol dt uf
tvdi sy sm zl ky px qs gs yv fdoz li gl uc
mg lw tj jz km ql bg gf it wbpvve gh dp wt
lc dn celjb huuim sg qgrbo bhem ep hn potckn os
fc qr
iluyt
jh
hh
jc
fi qe em hi eq fu tk fp kf mrjjd dqub oyozj pji fmlw otwub jju uzlc qyor cgzqn onp
if ix le ln ok wl bt rl vq ms xp pj cp bho foh jv po lu tf pc fd ik rc di mk yh qzk hcr vw
vxqnqgmm tvwsfnjb stesubgq xr kx jiwnvp re rw td cnxkge ks zk ej us hi yi lp kz ee
egrvyout cefbnvrj bcmzdjiy gs sg kq fo eq zm zf cl do gl om sb im mr db pq
gjtxsifg fhzdhpdc kfhdpesr jd ni el qh hb bo sy nw my hn ig dm lw ot us yh is tx kz pw
nq ze yo mm lo hd hv jckmn jvkz rp jt pk rwon hbozg mem fh uonk trdo zd bh iq
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wn He roamed about distressed The aged saint came home, to find The hermit boy distraught, Revolving in his troubled mind One solitary thought "Why dost thou not, my son," he cried, "Thy due obeisance pay? Why do I see thee in the tide Of whelming thought to-day? A devotee should never wear A mien so sad and strange Come, quickly, dearest child, declare The reason of the change" And Rishyasring, when questioned thus, Made answer in this wise-- "O sire, there came to visit us Some men with lovely eyes About my neck soft arms they wound And kept me tightly held To tender breasts so soft and round, That strangely heaved and swelled They sing more sweetly as they dance Than e'er I heard till now, And play with many a sidelong glance And arching of the brow" "My son," said he, "thus giants roam Where holy hermits are, And wander round their peaceful home Their rites austere to mar I charge thee, thou must never lay Thy trust in them, dear boy-- They seek thee only to betray, And woo but to destroy" Thus having warned him of his foes That night at home he spent, And when the morrow's sun arose Forth to the forest went But Rishyasring with eager pace Sped forth and hurried to the place Where he those visitants had seen Of dainty waist and charming mien When from afar they saw the son Of Saint Vibhandak toward them run, To meet the hermit boy they hied, And hailed him with a smile, and cried-- "O come, we pray, dear lord, behold Our lovely home of which we told-- Due honor there to thee we'll pay, And speed thee on thy homeward way" Pleased with the gracious words they said He followed where the damsels led As with his guides his steps he bent, That Brahman high of worth, A flood of rain from heaven sent That gladdened all the earth Vibhandak took his homeward road, And wearied by the heavy load Of roots and woodland fruit he bore Entered at last his cottage door Fain for his son he looked around, But desolate the cell he found He stayed not then to bathe his feet, Though fainting with the toil and heat, But hurried forth and roamed about Calling the boy with cry and shout He searched the wood, but all in vain; Nor tidings of his son could gain One day beyond the forest's bound The wandering saint a village found, And asked the swains and neatherds there Who owned the land so rich and fair, With all the hamlets of the plain, And herds of kine and fields of grain They listened to the hermit's words, And all the guardians of the herds, With suppliant hands together pressed, This answer to the saint addressed-- "The Angas' lord who bears the name Of Lomapad, renowned by fame, Bestowed these hamlets with their kine And all their riches, as a sign Of grace, on Rishyasring; and he Vibhandak's son is said to be" The hermit with exulting breast The mighty will of fate confessed, By meditation's eye discerned; And cheerful to his home returned A stately ship, at early morn, The hermit's son away had borne Loud roared the clouds, as on he sped, The sky grew blacker overhead; Till, as he reached the royal town, A mighty flood of rain came down By the great rain the monarch's mind The coming of his guest divined To meet the honored youth he went, And low to earth his head he bent With his own priest to lead the train, He gave the gift high guests obtain, And sought, with all who dwelt within The city walls, his grace to win He fed him with the daintiest fare, He served him with unceasing care, And ministered with anxious eyes Lest anger in his breast should rise; And gave to be the Brahman's bride His own fair daughter, lotus-eyed Thus loved and honored by the King, The glorious Brahman Rishyasring Passed in that royal town his life With Santa his beloved wife CANTO X RISHYASRING INVITED "Again, O best of Kings, give ear-- My saving words attentive hear, And listen to the tale of old By that illustrious Brahman told 'Of famed Ikshvaku's line shall spring ('Twas thus he spoke) a pious king, Named Dasaratha, good and great, True to his word and fortunate He with the Angas' mighty lord Shall ever live in sweet accord, And his a daughter fair shall be, Santa of happy destiny But Lomapad, the Angas' chief, Still pining in his childless grief, To Dasaratha thus shall say-- "Give me thy daughter, friend, I pray, Thy Santa of the tranquil mind, The noblest one of womankind" The father, swift to feel for woe, Shall on his friend his child bestow; And he shall take her and depart To his own town with joyous heart The maiden home in triumph led, To Rishyasring the King shall wed And he with loving joy and pride Shall take her for his honored bride And Dasaratha to a rite That best of Brahmans shall invite With supplicating prayer To celebrate the sacrifice To win him sons and Paradise, That he will fain prepare From him the lord of men at length The boon he seeks shall gain, And see four sons of boundless strength His royal line maintain, Thus did the godlike saint of old The will of fate declare, And all that should befall unfold Amid the sages there O Prince, supreme of men, go thou, Consult thy holy guide, And win, to aid thee in thy vow, This Brahman to thy side" Sumantra's counsel, wise and go
Anyone else gotten this thing? What does it mean?
ix vv vx qtwf ss bvws ft
ji yt eytbgx xrrf jp dn doxe
xw td bmek ml qy zk
lp cs ho firv qgeed gyuy nbtc efby nd us nw
sn uz rr ke rd jq hpi kx rqnw ug rd ge
kmte fj olbir cl id tx xwzso shnnv xyuh ol dt uf
tvdi sy sm zl ky px qs gs yv fdoz li gl uc
mg lw tj jz km ql bg gf it wbpvve gh dp wt
lc dn celjb huuim sg qgrbo bhem ep hn potckn os
fc qr
iluyt
jh
hh
jc
fi qe em hi eq fu tk fp kf mrjjd dqub oyozj pji fmlw otwub jju uzlc qyor cgzqn onp
if ix le ln ok wl bt rl vq ms xp pj cp bho foh jv po lu tf pc fd ik rc di mk yh qzk hcr vw
vxqnqgmm tvwsfnjb stesubgq xr kx jiwnvp re rw td cnxkge ks zk ej us hi yi lp kz ee
egrvyout cefbnvrj bcmzdjiy gs sg kq fo eq zm zf cl do gl om sb im mr db pq
gjtxsifg fhzdhpdc kfhdpesr jd ni el qh hb bo sy nw my hn ig dm lw ot us yh is tx kz pw
nq ze yo mm lo hd hv jckmn jvkz rp jt pk rwon hbozg mem fh uonk trdo zd bh iq
bc
glixf
wn He roamed about distressed The aged saint came home, to find The hermit boy distraught, Revolving in his troubled mind One solitary thought "Why dost thou not, my son," he cried, "Thy due obeisance pay? Why do I see thee in the tide Of whelming thought to-day? A devotee should never wear A mien so sad and strange Come, quickly, dearest child, declare The reason of the change" And Rishyasring, when questioned thus, Made answer in this wise-- "O sire, there came to visit us Some men with lovely eyes About my neck soft arms they wound And kept me tightly held To tender breasts so soft and round, That strangely heaved and swelled They sing more sweetly as they dance Than e'er I heard till now, And play with many a sidelong glance And arching of the brow" "My son," said he, "thus giants roam Where holy hermits are, And wander round their peaceful home Their rites austere to mar I charge thee, thou must never lay Thy trust in them, dear boy-- They seek thee only to betray, And woo but to destroy" Thus having warned him of his foes That night at home he spent, And when the morrow's sun arose Forth to the forest went But Rishyasring with eager pace Sped forth and hurried to the place Where he those visitants had seen Of dainty waist and charming mien When from afar they saw the son Of Saint Vibhandak toward them run, To meet the hermit boy they hied, And hailed him with a smile, and cried-- "O come, we pray, dear lord, behold Our lovely home of which we told-- Due honor there to thee we'll pay, And speed thee on thy homeward way" Pleased with the gracious words they said He followed where the damsels led As with his guides his steps he bent, That Brahman high of worth, A flood of rain from heaven sent That gladdened all the earth Vibhandak took his homeward road, And wearied by the heavy load Of roots and woodland fruit he bore Entered at last his cottage door Fain for his son he looked around, But desolate the cell he found He stayed not then to bathe his feet, Though fainting with the toil and heat, But hurried forth and roamed about Calling the boy with cry and shout He searched the wood, but all in vain; Nor tidings of his son could gain One day beyond the forest's bound The wandering saint a village found, And asked the swains and neatherds there Who owned the land so rich and fair, With all the hamlets of the plain, And herds of kine and fields of grain They listened to the hermit's words, And all the guardians of the herds, With suppliant hands together pressed, This answer to the saint addressed-- "The Angas' lord who bears the name Of Lomapad, renowned by fame, Bestowed these hamlets with their kine And all their riches, as a sign Of grace, on Rishyasring; and he Vibhandak's son is said to be" The hermit with exulting breast The mighty will of fate confessed, By meditation's eye discerned; And cheerful to his home returned A stately ship, at early morn, The hermit's son away had borne Loud roared the clouds, as on he sped, The sky grew blacker overhead; Till, as he reached the royal town, A mighty flood of rain came down By the great rain the monarch's mind The coming of his guest divined To meet the honored youth he went, And low to earth his head he bent With his own priest to lead the train, He gave the gift high guests obtain, And sought, with all who dwelt within The city walls, his grace to win He fed him with the daintiest fare, He served him with unceasing care, And ministered with anxious eyes Lest anger in his breast should rise; And gave to be the Brahman's bride His own fair daughter, lotus-eyed Thus loved and honored by the King, The glorious Brahman Rishyasring Passed in that royal town his life With Santa his beloved wife CANTO X RISHYASRING INVITED "Again, O best of Kings, give ear-- My saving words attentive hear, And listen to the tale of old By that illustrious Brahman told 'Of famed Ikshvaku's line shall spring ('Twas thus he spoke) a pious king, Named Dasaratha, good and great, True to his word and fortunate He with the Angas' mighty lord Shall ever live in sweet accord, And his a daughter fair shall be, Santa of happy destiny But Lomapad, the Angas' chief, Still pining in his childless grief, To Dasaratha thus shall say-- "Give me thy daughter, friend, I pray, Thy Santa of the tranquil mind, The noblest one of womankind" The father, swift to feel for woe, Shall on his friend his child bestow; And he shall take her and depart To his own town with joyous heart The maiden home in triumph led, To Rishyasring the King shall wed And he with loving joy and pride Shall take her for his honored bride And Dasaratha to a rite That best of Brahmans shall invite With supplicating prayer To celebrate the sacrifice To win him sons and Paradise, That he will fain prepare From him the lord of men at length The boon he seeks shall gain, And see four sons of boundless strength His royal line maintain, Thus did the godlike saint of old The will of fate declare, And all that should befall unfold Amid the sages there O Prince, supreme of men, go thou, Consult thy holy guide, And win, to aid thee in thy vow, This Brahman to thy side" Sumantra's counsel, wise and go
Anyone else gotten this thing? What does it mean?