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Thou art merciful, I am helpless. Thou art generous, I a beggar.
I am the chief of sinners: Thou takest away a mountain of sins.
Thou art the Master of the masterless—who is masterless as I?
There is no suffering great as mine: there is none who removest suffering as Thou dost.
Thou art Brahm, I am Jiva: Thou art Master, I am servant.
Thou art father, mother, teacher, friend, companion in all my ways.
Many are the ties twixt Thee and me: whichever pleases Thee, think of me so.
That thus of Thy good pleasure Tulsi Das may find protection at Thy feet.
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