I love my Master, I love my Guide,
This is the way of my life; I abide
This is the way of my life, to guide
O man from the dust to be in dust
Think, think; what’s our existence
Think the reason of coming
Think and cry and blur the sight
I must say, you must know
Lest I became a dumb and deaf
Lest I suffer in greaf
The best way of prayer is to love nature
The best way of life to nurture peace
This art we must know
This art we must show
We are blessed one
Our supplication is accepted one
I love my Master, I love my Guide
This is the way of my life, I abide
This is the way of my life, to guide
O the guide of within and outside
Why stopped, mid way; kept aside!
Come on; walk on the straight path
Choice is yours, wreath or wrath
Face the tide, never hide or avoid
I love my Master, I love my Guide
This is the way of my life, I abide
This is the way of my life, to guide
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