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.

From woman, man is born; within woman, man is conceived; to woman he is engaged and married. Woman becomes his friend; through woman, the future generations come. When his woman dies, he seeks another woman; to woman he is bound. So why call her bad? From her, kings are born. From woman, woman is born; without woman, there would be no one at all.

Be the wisdom your support. Be the compassion your guide and listen to the Divine Music that beats in every heart.

Owing to ignorance of the rope the rope appears to be a snake; owing to ignorance of the Self the transient state arises of the individualized, limited, phenomenal aspect of the Self.

Make of the Silence your to-do tasks, of the compassion your wealth and of the meditation your beggar's bowl.

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

Do not wish evil for others. Do not speak ill of others. Do not obstruct anyones activities.