| O Sants, my mind pays me no heed, no heed at all |
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| The Whole life is lost in the love of ill desires |
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| Thou art Sat Guru and I thy servant |
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| If any hungers for the love of Gopala |
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| He is the true purveyor who weighs out the true Name |
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| In thy heaven, O Loved One, sound thy flute again |
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| O Soul, thou hast missed all the meaning of life — why hast thou lost it so? |
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| Where must I search, O my mother? Without the guide the secret's hid |
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| 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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