| Why hast thou forgotten in telling of beads? |
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| When wilt thou sing the praises? The life is passing away |
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| Caught in the wave of love and borne into the lover's presence |
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| The Soul that wins release while yet in life, has safely passed over the world-ocean |
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| Keep me safe beneath thy shadow, that thy Maya may not touch me |
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| O Mind, how camest thou thus demented? |
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| O Pandit, all your talking is a lie |
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| Tis thus, tis thus — the life is wasted |
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| Dadu, much evil hast thou done: anger becomes thee not |
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| For me the beginning and the end is Rama: without Him all else is useless |
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