| The Merciful to the poor unasked showed mercy |
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| O mind, wander not hither or thither heedlessly: in the world what ties are these? |
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| For this cause serve the Lord, Raghu |
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| What shall I ask? Nothing endures. Even as I gaze the world passes away |
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| Arti is ever offered within the hearts of Sants |
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| Men serve a lie and build their hopes on it: without the Name they find no dwelling |
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| This is the fashion of the nectar of my Lord's love: it is as the power of each one's inward vision |
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| O Lord, be merciful to men |
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| O Soul, this truth guard within thy heart |
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| From my Love has come a letter, the sudden summons of my Lord |
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