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Now, O Hari, help my honour
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O Soul, cherish the love of Govind
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He only, who remembered the name, o'ercame the world
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Hari, Thy praises none can truly sing
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O men, practice that devotion, from which at the last some good may come
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Drink the cup — inebriate thy soul: the cup of the nectar of Hari's love
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O Lord, Maya has subdued my mind
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O Sat Guru, whatever Thou hast taught me, that I learned and that I sang
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O Brother of the poor, Lord of the helpless, look but once upon me
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Greatness gained is nothing gained, if ungenerous is the mind
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