No scorching wind touches, in the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath,
No scorching wind touches, in the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath.
Around us, the Ram's embrace,
Around us, the Ram's embrace,
No sorrow can find its way.
No scorching wind touches, in the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath,
No scorching wind touches.
The perfect Guru, a craftsman, fashioned the soul anew,
Bestowing the medicine of Ram's name, erasing all woe.
The suffering of the world, a form of illusion,
Forever with me, now, in every limb, the infinite presence.
Destroyer of sorrow, merciful and the form of Lanka,
Forever with me, now, in every limb, the infinite presence.
The perfect Guru, a craftsman, fashioned the soul anew,
Bestowing the medicine of Ram's name, erasing all woe.
Bestowing the medicine of Ram's name, erasing all woe.
No scorching wind touches, in the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath.
Holding love within the heart, all memory dissolved,
Where compassion blooms, the Lord's strength endures.
Where compassion blooms, the Lord's strength endures.
No scorching wind touches, in the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath,
No scorching wind touches.
No scorching wind touches, in the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath,
For within our Ram's circle, no sorrow can ever be.
No other vision holds, as beautiful as you,
No other vision holds, as beautiful as you,
No other vision holds, as beautiful as you,
The ancient, the source, where you now reside.
No scorching wind touches, in the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath,
No scorching wind touches.
No scorching wind touches, no scorching wind touches,
In the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath.
No scorching wind touches, no scorching wind touches,
In the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath, no scorching wind touches.
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