| I am sinking fast: why dost thou not raise me up? |
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| Whoso will consider the true name, he will attain the goal changeless, immortal |
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| Now, O Hari, help my honour |
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| O Soul, cherish the love of Govind |
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| He only, who remembered the name, o'ercame the world |
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| Hari, Thy praises none can truly sing |
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| O men, practice that devotion, from which at the last some good may come |
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| 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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