I bow at His Feet constantly, and pray to Him, the Guru, the True Guru, has shown me the Way.

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

With your hands carve out your own destiny.

Whatever kind of seed is sown in a field, prepared in due season, a plant of that same kind, marked with the peculiar qualities of the seed, springs up in it.

Far from wife and son am 1, far from land and wealth and other notions of that kind. I am the Witness, the Eternal, the Inner Self.

The world is a drama, staged in a dream

Let God's grace be the mosque, and devotion the prayer mat. Let the Quran be the good conduct. Let modesty be compassion, good manners fasting, you should be a Muslim the like of this. Let good deeds be your Kaaba and truth be your mentor. Your Kalma be your creed and prayer, God would then vindicate your honour.