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O my mind, meditate on the Lord of the World, the
Master of the Universe, the Life of the World. Fall in love with Him, the Enticer of the
mind. I take the Support of the Lord, all day and all night. Endless,
endless, endless are the Praises of the Lord. Suk Dav, Naarad and likes of
Brahma all sing His Glorious Praises. Your Glorious Virtues, O my Lord cannot
even be counted. O Lord, You are Infinite, O Lord, You are Infinite, O Lord,
You are my Lord and Master; only You Yourself know Your Own Ways. Those who
are near, near to the Lord - those who dwell near the Lord - those humble
servants of the Lord are the Holy, the devotees of the Lord. Those humble
servants of the Lord merge with their Lord, O Nanak, like water merging with
water.
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