| O Rama, thy nature to thy servant is loving kindness |
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| I have known Maya as a great bandit |
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| Find the Sat Guru to burnish, then the rust of years is cleansed |
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| O Lord, in the ocean of the world is boundless pain: therein one can see no end |
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| Blessed his lot, who praises Hari: in the balance none with him can weigh |
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| O Lord, my honour is in Thy hand |
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| O Lord, What will be my lot? |
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| O Man, remember the true Name |
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| O Sadhus, in all see Him always: the world is filled by Him in all its four recesses |
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| O Thou most mighty, make me one wtih Thee, take me for Thy servant, Lord |
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