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S Sheikh Noor-ud-din Wali
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a) That Lana of Padmanpora Gulp by gulp who nectar drank, And saw Shiva face to face everywhere Grant me that boon, O Deva! b) The speaking damsels of Loka—Bhawan And the dumb socio—human ones, Took flight with birds; Grant me that boon, O Deva ! c) Janak Reshi of Dandakvan. Living on herbs, wild fruit, was A perfect Bhakta, a pearl among devotees ! Grant me that boon, O. Deva. d) That Miran Reshi of Reshivan, Who fed a thousand people And created an averse free atmosphere: Grant me that boon, O Deva: e) A shephered followed rams. That very moment He was beckoned off And flew to the Heaven At Harmukh: Grant me that boon, O Deva: f) You blessed the sadhu at Ishabar, He recognised you and served you. Blessed you, also Rugzal?` The pashmina—seller: Grant me that boon, O Deva I g) That wise, hunch-backed, Kubza. h) You blessed Sadhwani, the vapbodh, He drank the milk of intimacy I In full, You blessed Shethi Srikantha, The sidha; Grant me that boom, O Deva ! i) In time should I act for my future; Maybe, it may bear fruit ; Meekly'ld I exhort Him; Maybe, He may bless Nund too ! Grant me that boon, O Deva !

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