Dwell in peace in the home of your own being, and the Messenger of Death will not be able to touch you.

I don't die... He who is merged with the omnipresent is never gone.

O my heart! Love God as the chatrik loves the rain drops, Who even when fountains are full and the land green, Is not satisfied as long as it cannot get a drop of rain.

Speak only that which will bring you honor.

The word is the Guru, The Guru is the Word, For all nectar is enshrined in the world Blessed is the word which reveal the Lord's name But more is the one who knows by the Guru's grace.

The highest religion is to rise to universal brother hood; aye to consider all creatures your equals.

Sing the songs of joy to the Lord, serve the Name of the Lord, and become the servant of His servants.