One Cannot Comprehend Him Through Reason, Even

The Widow Cries Out At The Door, The Light Of My Mind Has Gone Out, O My Mother, With His Death. So Cry Out, O Soul Brides Of The Husband Lord, And Dwell On The Glorious Praises Of The True Lord.

I Am Neither A Child, A Young Man, Nor An Ancient; Nor Am I Of Any Caste.

The World Is A Drama, Staged In A Dream

Alone Let Him Constantly Meditate In Solitude On That Which Is Salutary For His Soul, For He Who Meditates In Solitude Attains Supreme Bliss.

Be Kind To All Beings, This Is More Meritorious Than Bathing At The Sixty-eight Sacred Shrines Of Pilgrimage And Donating Money.