Blessed, blessed is that body horse which meditates on the Lord God.
My mind and body, my mind and body I cut my body into pieces, and I dedicate these to Him.
I am neither male nor female, nor am I sexless. I am the Peaceful One, whose form is self-effulgent, powerful radiance.
Sing the songs of joy to the Lord, serve the Name of the Lord, and become the servant of His servants.
Death would not be called bad, o people, if one knew how to truly die.
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.
Whatever be the qualities of the man with whom a woman is united according to the law, such qualities even she assumes, like a river, united with the ocean.
That one plant should be sown and another be produced cannot happen; whatever seed is sown, a plant of that kind even comes forth.
Offspring, the due performance on religious rites, faithful service, highest conjugal happiness and heavenly bliss for the ancestors and oneself, depend on one’s wife alone.
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.
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.
May liberal men abound with us! May our knowledge of the Vedas and our progeny increase! May faith not forsake us! May we have much to give to the needy.
One cannot comprehend Him through reason, even if one reasoned for ages.
Alone let him constantly meditate in solitude on that which is salutary for his soul, for he who meditates in solitude attains supreme bliss.
I am a song bird, I am a meek song bird, I offer my prayer to the Lord.
Make of the silence your to-do tasks, make of the compassion your wealth, and make of the meditation your beggar’s bowl.
For each and every person, our Lord and Master provides sustenance. Why are you so afraid, O mind? The flamingos fly hundreds of miles, leaving their young ones behind. Who feeds them, and who teaches them to feed themselves? Have you ever thought of this in your mind?
I am in constant bliss, day and night, egotism has been dispelled from within me.
Truth is the highest virtue, but higher still is truthful living.
Like the juggler, deceiving by his tricks, one is deluded by egotism, falsehood and illusion.