| 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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| He only, who remembered the name, o'ercame the world |
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| Hari, Thy praises none can truly sing |
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| O men, practice that devotion, from which at the last some good may come |
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| Drink the cup — inebriate thy soul: the cup of the nectar of Hari's love |
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| O Lord, Maya has subdued my mind |
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| O Sat Guru, whatever Thou hast taught me, that I learned and that I sang |
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| Lord, of thy doings there is no end |
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| My soul is inebriated with the Lord, Hari: now no restraints I know |
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