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Count the day happy, when one meets a Sant
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He is Sadhu, he is perfect: his words are true, his heart is brave
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Bow down the head before the Guru: and cry O Lord blot out my sins and griefs
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O Man, why serve evil spirits?
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Why dost thou go to search in the wilderness?
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O mind, why sleepest thou in the night of infatuation?
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Once and again have I given the warning: take heed to my words, O Mind
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Without the Name, there is no release from Karma
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O my Lord, make me thy servant
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He delights not in muttered devotions nor in harassing the soul
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