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O Lord, this clue has come to me unsought.
This clue is given me by the Sat Guru: helpless he made me his own.
This clue will bear up my soul and guide me across the ocean of the world.
With this clue one may mount up to heaven and ever live in blessedness with his Lord.
Dharm Das prays with clasped hands, for his divorce from Kal and troubles.
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