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Grant me, Rama, to see Thee, see Thee: grant me to see, make no delay.
Life of my life it is to see Thee: can the chakor live except he see Thee?

Sadhus, of the Sat Guru all the world is chela: if parted now, how hope to meet Him?
Tis vain to trust on wealth and beauty—the truth, the truth proclaims Rai Das.
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