| Save Hari only, none is thy helper |
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| I can not tell it, nor with it untold can I find rest: this great bliss my wretchedness, great beyond greatness, craves |
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| O man, within your heart consider, what sin has caused you to take body |
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| Moment by moment thy life is wasting. Take thought for this to-day, O Brother |
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| Wisdom's form was manifested: ignorance and darkness were done away |
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| O Sants, within this mind is thick darkness |
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| O Sadhus, this mind there is no controlling |
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| Born in the hard days of Kali Juga, their deeds are like the crow, though their form be as the peacock |
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| Blind man asks me of the sunshine, The. To what can one compare it for him? |
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| O Soul, cling fast to the spotless Form |
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