| O Sadhus, this mind there is no controlling |
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| Born in the hard days of Kali Juga, their deeds are like the crow, though their form be as the peacock |
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| Blind man asks me of the sunshine, The. To what can one compare it for him? |
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| O Soul, cling fast to the spotless Form |
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| O Udhow, I have seen the Form |
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| O Mind, why dost thou pay no heed? |
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| Hari's nature no one knows |
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| So far I understand, O Raghunath |
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| Know his life to be blessed in deed, who has set himself to meditate upon Purusa Purana |
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| Who can perceive the Name of Rama? |
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