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Whose sin and pride is great as mine?
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You wore the habit but the secret knew not—amrit you drank and made it poison
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Lord of the helpless, this is now Thine hour
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All days bear not one likeness
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He in whose heart the name of Hari dwells, he called upon another's name, or did not call. 'Tis one
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Condition of the unconditioned none can know,The
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Tho' Thou breakest from me, O Rama, yet will I not break from Thee: breaking from Thee to whom shall I join?
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Where Rama sets thee, there abide
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Lord, If I leave Thee, to what king shall I go?
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O Hari, I am mad with love: none knows my anguish
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