For each and every person, our Lord and Master provides sustenance. Why are you so afraid, O mind? The flamingos fly hundreds of miles, leaving their young ones behind. Who feeds them, and who teaches them to feed themselves? Have you ever thought of this in your mind?
False is the body, false are the clothes; false is beauty.
The world is a drama, staged in a dream
Truth is the highest virtue, but higher still is truthful living.
Those who have loved are those that have found God
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.