I went to the root of things, and found nothing but Him alone.
What is beyond the mind, has no boundary, In it our senses end.
O my companion, Worldly comfort is an illusion, As soon you get it, it goes.
If living on fruits and water is of superior merit, monkeys and fish will go to heaven before men.
He lives century after century, and the test I set for him he has passed.
Some praise me, some blame me. I go the other way.