Hari-Hari,
Om,
Har Om,
Har-Hari.
Om,
Hari Om,
Close the eyes
And meditate you,
It will give you
Mental peace.
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Three letters giving it the form of a syllable,
The sound breaking forth,
The darkness dispelling,
The birds twittering
And it’s the dawn flashing upon.
Close the eyes and recite you,
Om,
The heart taking the name
And the mind rising in unison with,
Close the eyes
And recite you
And the recitation taking you higher and higher,
Elevating to.
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Of the daughter of India,Nor was it,Nor has it been,The poor daughter had been poorAnd is till poorer.