| Sadhus, the world is mad: it worships senseless stones |
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| O Lord, my soul clings fast to Thee |
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| Without the Name this boat is storm-tossed: ever upon the true Name call |
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| Even as Thou wilt, so keep me Lord |
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| O Tongue, the taste of ill desires renounce |
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| This moment, this chance, O Sádhus: this moment, this chance |
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| Whose sin and pride is great as mine? |
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| You wore the habit but the secret knew not—amrit you drank and made it poison |
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| Lord of the helpless, this is now Thine hour |
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| All days bear not one likeness |
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