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Sikh Prayer I am thirsting for your love, my Beloved!

I shall make this body a lamp, and my tender heart shall be its wick;

I shall fill it with the scented oil of my young love and burn it night and

day at Your shrine, O Beloved!

For Your love I shall sacrifice all the wealth of my youth;

Your name shall be the crown for my head.

I am longing for You, O my Lord: for the season of the sowing has come;

but You are not beside me.

Clouds gather on my brows and my eyes shed heavy showers.

My parents gave me to You, I have become Yours for ever; who but You

can be my Lord?

This separation troubles my breast; make me Your own; make me perfect

like You, O Lord of Perfection!

Mirabai, 16th Century

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