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Rh What worship is this, O Thou Destroyer of birth? Unbeaten strains of ecstasy are the trumpets of Thy worship. Thou hast a thousand eyes and yet not one eye; Thou hast a thousand forms and yet not one form; Thou hast a thousand pure feet and yet not one foot; Thou hasta thousand organs of smell and yet not one organ— I am fascinated by this play of Thine. The light which is in everything is Thine, O Lord of light. From its brilliancy everything is brilliant; By the Guru s teaching the light becometh manifest. What pleaseth Thee is the real arati. O God, my mind is fascinated with Thy lotus feet as the bumble-bee with the flower: night and day I thirst for them. Give the water of Thy grace to the sarang Nanak, so that he may dwell in Thy name.