| Lord, of thy doings there is no end |
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| My soul is inebriated with the Lord, Hari: now no restraints I know |
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| O Lord, now I proclaim it loudly |
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| O all-knowing Lord, have mercy: I am foul, deceitful, the slave of desire |
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| All sing praises with their body, but with soul scarce one sings the praise |
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| All creeds proclaim the sovereignty of love: they proclaim it greater than Ganga and Joga's ordinances |
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| How can I expound His form or outline: there is no second who has seen Him |
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| In all, in each heart, He is manifest: by His touch each life comes to be |
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| They ask of the Path but have no knowledge, intent on quarrels sound and fury |
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| The Bees have flown, the cranes have settled: night is gone, day too will pass |
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