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O master of the order
of the Seli!
O dweller of heaven!
O great giver!
My Guru Nanak!
Come to me to day!
O light of lights!
Thy seats are the sun
and the moon!
My beloved!
return to me to day!
It is the season
of the cooling dew!
The dew is falling
everywhere,
And wet is every rose.
The gentle breath
of heaven blows.

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