| To my house has come the Lord, the Sat Guru |
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| Lord, no man's pain is great as mine: to give peace none has power like Thine |
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| I am the Sat Guru's slave girl, the Immortal city is my home |
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| One winnows empty husks; and to what profit? Winnow that wherein is always grain |
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| For but four days thy wealth is thy companion: it lasts so short a spell, why care for it? |
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| O Lord, respect the honour of Thy word |
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| O Lord, if thou forget Thy promise |
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| Pierced with the arrow of wisdom, O Dharni, startled sleepers suddenly awoke |
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| O Mind, when wilt thou sing Raghubir's glories |
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| My mind, O Lord, is without understanding |
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