|
He only, who remembered the name, o'ercame the world
|
|
|
|
Hari, Thy praises none can truly sing
|
|
|
|
O men, practice that devotion, from which at the last some good may come
|
|
|
|
Drink the cup — inebriate thy soul: the cup of the nectar of Hari's love
|
|
|
|
O Lord, Maya has subdued my mind
|
|
|
|
O Sat Guru, whatever Thou hast taught me, that I learned and that I sang
|
|
|
|
Lord, of thy doings there is no end
|
|
|
|
My soul is inebriated with the Lord, Hari: now no restraints I know
|
|
|
|
O Lord, now I proclaim it loudly
|
|
|
|
O all-knowing Lord, have mercy: I am foul, deceitful, the slave of desire
|
|
|