How may I live, Mother, without the Lord?
Glory to Thee, Lord of the Universe!
To praise Thee I seek;
Never without the Lord may I live.
The Bride is athirst for the Lord;
All night is she awake lying in wait for Him.
The Lord has captured my heart;
He alone knows my agony:
Without the Lord the soul is in travail and pain--
Seeking His Word and the touch of His feet.
Show Thy grace, Lord; immerse me in Thysel
"ਬਲਿਹਾਰੀ ਕੁਦਰਤ ਵਸਿਆ ਤੇਰਾ ਅੰਤ ਨ ਜਾਇ ਲਖਿਆ"
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