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The Lights Immortal
Their way of life the sole Name of God.
They find peace in singing praises of the Lord.
To them friends and enemies are alike, brother,
And other than their God they know not another.
Millions upon millions of sins they wash.
They are removers of sufferings, givers of life.
Heroic warriors, men of their word,
Even Maya (illusion) by saints was deceived.
The gods and angels long for their company.
Their blessed glimpse never fruitless be.
Serving them always bears fruit.
Nanak with hands folded prays,
O Lord, storehouse of virtues,
bless me with saints' service
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