| Count the day happy, when one meets a Sant |
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| He is Sadhu, he is perfect: his words are true, his heart is brave |
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| Bow down the head before the Guru: and cry O Lord blot out my sins and griefs |
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| O Man, why serve evil spirits? |
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| Why dost thou go to search in the wilderness? |
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| O mind, why sleepest thou in the night of infatuation? |
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| Once and again have I given the warning: take heed to my words, O Mind |
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| Without the Name, there is no release from Karma |
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| O my Lord, make me thy servant |
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| He delights not in muttered devotions nor in harassing the soul |
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