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This great household, Dulam, is a boat upon the stream
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Lord, give me at thy feet a dwelling: my mind is fickle, uncontrolled
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Within thy heart know the Beloved
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Soul parted from thy Love, kindle a lamp within the shrine
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Now, even now, O Lord, forgive me
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This knowledge fills my soul with fears
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O Sadhus, sing the praise of Hari
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O Hari, long indeed have I waited
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Lord of the helpless, open Thine eyes: long I am standing in Thy presence
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Tis thus that many births have gone to waste
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