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O Sants, be wary of this Holi play: in the world great stir this Holi makes
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O Lord, in this hour raise me up
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Sadhus, the world is mad: it worships senseless stones
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O Lord, my soul clings fast to Thee
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Without the Name this boat is storm-tossed: ever upon the true Name call
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O Lord, this clue has come to me unsought
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Udho, the state, his Karma brings, is different for each
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If kindness and goodness dwell within the heart, then the lips speak ambrosial words
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My soul is inebriate
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Awake, awake, O Soul: wash off the ancient stains
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