O Lord, my soul clings fast to Thee

O Lord, my soul clings fast to Thee.
Cut loose the karmas of my many births: I long sore for the vision of Thee.
Not one word can I speak, I a sinner and a thief.
Night and day let me meditate upon Thee: hear but this humble prayer.
Grant this my request, O Lord, cast but one glance upon me.
Look on Jagjivan as Thine own: break not the thread of love.
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Jagjivan Das
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