Infatuated with the darkness of emotional attachment to Maya, he does not know the Lord, the Great Giver.
The Lord created his body and fashioned his soul, but he claims that his power is his, weighed down by the chains of egotism.
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Behind closed doors, hidden by many screensown.
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O foolish mind, God, your Lord and Master is watching over you.
Whatever you do, He knows;
nothing can remain concealed from Him.
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You are intoxicated with the tastes of the tongue, with greed and pride;
countless sins spring from these.
You wandered in pain through countless incarnations, the man takes his pleasure with another man’s wife.
When Chitr and Gupt, the celestial accountants of the conscious and subconscious, call for your account, who will screen you then?
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O Perfect Lord, Merciful to the meek, Destroyer of pain, without You, I have no shelter at all.
Please, lift me up out of the world-ocean;
O God, I have come to Your Sanctuary.
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