Namdev

You are the Creator,
You alone are my friend;
You, O Lord, are all-pervading.
True meditation reveals You
in all Your perfection;
And the snares of illusion
are rendered ineffective.
Vast and viscious is this mesh of illusion,
Whose intricate tentacles suck you dry.
Sing with all your heart,
the Name of the Lord;
It costs nothing, O Nama,
to repeat His Name.

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