Come, let's sing Thy glories,
and rejoice in Thy name.
In Thy pious chant,
a heavenly bliss,
the ultimate pleasure.
Gradually, our sins are washed.
Slowly, our sorrows are erased.
Steadily, we are cleansed.
Definitely, we are favored.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.