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O Sants, my mind pays me no heed, no heed at all
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The Whole life is lost in the love of ill desires
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The Bees have flown, the cranes have settled: night is gone, day too will pass
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Brother, only if thy soul is spotless, thy body will be spotless too: by no other means can evil be done away
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Hear ye sants and all good men: do not harbour pride
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Cleave to that Master's side: so you will end the twofold trouble and find your protector
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Then was I one with Him, O brother: I met my love and found true knowledge
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I am Hari Prasada's daughter, and Sahjo Bai am I named
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The True Creator serve, who made this universe
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Our name it is dust — we are creatures of dust
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