Truth Is The Highest Virtue, But Higher

Through Shallow Intellect, The Mind Becomes Shallow, And One Eats The Fly, Along With The Sweets.

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.

My Mind And Body, My Mind And Body I Cut My Body Into Pieces, And I Dedicate These To Him.

Even Kings And Emperors, With Mountains Of Property And Oceans Of Wealth - These Are Not Even Equal To An Ant, Who Does Not Forget God.

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.