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O Mind, thou hast not yet gained understanding
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Why hast thou forgotten in telling of beads?
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When wilt thou sing the praises? The life is passing away
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Caught in the wave of love and borne into the lover's presence
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The Soul that wins release while yet in life, has safely passed over the world-ocean
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Keep me safe beneath thy shadow, that thy Maya may not touch me
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O Mind, how camest thou thus demented?
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O Pandit, all your talking is a lie
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Tis thus, tis thus — the life is wasted
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Dadu, much evil hast thou done: anger becomes thee not
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