| O Sants, my mind pays me no heed, no heed at all |
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| The Whole life is lost in the love of ill desires |
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| Cleave to that Master's side: so you will end the twofold trouble and find your protector |
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| Then was I one with Him, O brother: I met my love and found true knowledge |
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| I am Hari Prasada's daughter, and Sahjo Bai am I named |
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| The True Creator serve, who made this universe |
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| Our name it is dust — we are creatures of dust |
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| 'Tis a hard task to sing His praises |
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| Thou art Sat Guru and I thy servant |
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| If any hungers for the love of Gopala |
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