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O Sadhus, in all see Him always: the world is filled by Him in all its four recesses.
Without condition and unseen, undivided, formless; without the Guru's teaching none beholds Him.
To that station few are they that climb, though they meditate with Joga and all Joga's rules.
O Bhikha, blest are they that are steeped in Hari's dye: they are the sadhus of the olden days.
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