694 : 1327
Like the pots on the Persian wheel, sometimes the world is high, and sometimes it is low.

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Wandering and roaming around, I have come at last to Your Door.

694 : 1329
"Who are you?"

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"I am Naam Dayv, Sir."

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O Lord, please save me from Maya, the cause of death. ||3||4||

694 : 1332
O Lord, You are the Purifier of sinners - this is Your innate nature.

694 : 1333
Blessed are those silent sages and humble beings, who meditate on my Lord God. ||1||

694 : 1334
I have applied to my forehead the dust of the feet of the Lord of the Universe.

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This is something which is far away from the gods, mortal men and silent sages. ||1||Pause||

694 : 1336
O Lord, Merciful to the meek, Destroyer of pride

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- Naam Dayv seeks the Sanctuary of Your feet; he is a sacrifice to You. ||2||5||

694 : 1338
Dhanaasaree, Devotee Ravi Daas Jee:

694 : 1339
One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:

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There is none as forlorn as I am, and none as Compassionate as You; what need is there to test us now?

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May my mind surrender to Your Word; please, bless Your humble servant with this perfection. ||1||

694 : 1342
I am a sacrifice, a sacrifice to the Lord.

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O Lord, why are You silent? ||Pause||

694 : 1344
For so many incarnations, I have been separated from You, Lord; I dedicate this life to You.

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694 : 1345
Says Ravi Daas: placing my hopes in You, I live; it is so long since I have gazed upon the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan. ||2||1||

694 : 1346
In my consciousness, I remember You in meditation; with my eyes, I behold You; I fill my ears with the Word of Your Bani, and Your Sublime Praise.

694 : 1347
My mind is the bumble bee; I enshrine Your feet within my heart, and with my tongue, I chant the Ambrosial Name of the Lord. ||1||

694 : 1348
My love for the Lord of the Universe does not decrease.

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I paid for it dearly, in exchange for my soul. ||1||Pause||

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Without the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy, love for the Lord does not well up; without this love, Your devotional worship cannot be performed.

694 : 1351
Ravi Daas offers this one prayer unto the Lord: please preserve and protect my honor, O Lord, my King. ||2||2||

694 : 1352
Your Name, Lord, is my adoration and cleansing bath.

694 : 1353
Without the Name of the Lord, all ostentatious displays are useless. ||1||Pause||

694 : 1354
Your Name is my prayer mat, and Your Name is the stone to grind the sandalwood. Your Name is the saffron which I take and sprinkle in offering to You.

694 : 1355
Your Name is the water, and Your Name is the sandalwood. The chanting of Your Name is the grinding of the sandalwood. I take it and offer all this to You. ||1||

694 : 1356
Your Name is the lamp, and Your Name is the wick. Your Name is the oil I pour into it.

694 : 1357
Your Name is the light applied to this lamp, which enlightens and illuminates the entire world. ||2||

694 : 1358
Your Name is the thread, and Your Name is the garland of flowers. The eighteen loads of vegetation are all too impure to offer to You.

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Why should I offer to You, that which You Yourself created? Your Name is the fan, which I wave over You. ||3||

694 : 1360
The whole world is engrossed in the eighteen Puraanas, the sixty-eight sacred shrines of pilgrimage, and the four sources of creation.

694 : 1361
Says Ravi Daas, Your Name is my Aartee, my lamp-lit worship-service. The True Name, Sat Naam, is the food which I offer to You. ||4||3||

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