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The Merciful to the poor unasked showed mercy
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O mind, wander not hither or thither heedlessly: in the world what ties are these?
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For this cause serve the Lord, Raghu
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What shall I ask? Nothing endures. Even as I gaze the world passes away
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Men serve a lie and build their hopes on it: without the Name they find no dwelling
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Arti is ever offered within the hearts of Sants
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This is the fashion of the nectar of my Lord's love: it is as the power of each one's inward vision
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O Lord, be merciful to men
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O Soul, this truth guard within thy heart
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From my Love has come a letter, the sudden summons of my Lord
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