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He delights not in muttered devotions nor in harassing the soul
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O Rama, thy nature to thy servant is loving kindness
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Find the Sat Guru to burnish, then the rust of years is cleansed
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O Lord, in the ocean of the world is boundless pain: therein one can see no end
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Blessed his lot, who praises Hari: in the balance none with him can weigh
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O Lord, my honour is in Thy hand
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O Lord, What will be my lot?
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O Man, remember the true Name
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O Sadhus, in all see Him always: the world is filled by Him in all its four recesses
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O Thou most mighty, make me one wtih Thee, take me for Thy servant, Lord
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