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Poem XXV

II. 45. Hari ne apnâ âp chipâyâ

My Lord hides Himself, and my Lord wonderfully reveals Himself:
My Lord has encompassed me with hardness, and my Lord has cast
  down my limitations.
My Lord brings to me words of sorrow and words of joy, and He
  Himself heals their strife.
I will offer my body and mind to my Lord: I will give up my life,
  but never can I forget my Lord!