| Remember the Name, else shalt thou, O mind, regret |
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| When the thought of the conscious soul is bent on the practice of folly |
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| Let no one marvel when he hears the greatness wrought by the companionship of Sants |
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| The Days have passed, the praises left unsung |
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| See the world and they that dwell there. Thou hast no companion there |
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| The Life is lost without meditation upon Hari |
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| Maya will not be rejected: if we renounce, what can we do? |
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| Whither Lord, hast Thou withdrawn, after waking love in me? |
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| O Mind, thou shalt regret the chance once gone |
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| Thou art merciful, I am helpless: Thou art generous, I a beggar |
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