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O Lord, now I proclaim it loudly
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O all-knowing Lord, have mercy: I am foul, deceitful, the slave of desire
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All sing praises with their body, but with soul scarce one sings the praise
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All creeds proclaim the sovereignty of love: they proclaim it greater than Ganga and Joga's ordinances
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How can I expound His form or outline: there is no second who has seen Him
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In all, in each heart, He is manifest: by His touch each life comes to be
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They ask of the Path but have no knowledge, intent on quarrels sound and fury
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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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