| 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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| O Lord, now I proclaim it loudly |
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| O all-knowing Lord, have mercy: I am foul, deceitful, the slave of desire |
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| All sing praises with their body, but with soul scarce one sings the praise |
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| All creeds proclaim the sovereignty of love: they proclaim it greater than Ganga and Joga's ordinances |
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| How can I expound His form or outline: there is no second who has seen Him |
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