False is the body, false are the clothes; false is beauty.
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.
O Lord, You bless all with Your bountiful blessings.
Through True Love, she merges with Him. She who does not know her Husband Lord, the Architect of karma, is deluded by falsehood she herself is false.
Be kind to all beings, this is more meritorious than bathing at the sixty-eight sacred shrines of pilgrimage and donating money.
I am not the born; how can there be either birth or death for me?
Those who have not obtained the Blessed Vision, the Blessed Vision of the Darshan of the True Guru, the Almighty Lord God they have fruitlessly, uselessly wasted their whole lives in vain.
Blessed, blessed is the True Guru, the Immaculate, Almighty Lord God, meeting Him, I meditate on the Name of the Lord.
Be the wisdom your support. Be the compassion your guide and listen to the Divine Music that beats in every heart.
Far from wife and son am 1, far from land and wealth and other notions of that kind. I am the Witness, the Eternal, the Inner Self.
I bow at His feet constantly and pray to Him. The Guru, the True Guru, has shown me the Way.
The production of children, the nurture of those born, and the daily life of men, of these matters woman is visibly the cause.
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.
The ignorant soul bride wanders in delusion, in the love of duality, she sits like a widow. She sits like a widow, in the love of duality, infatuated with Maya, she suffers in pain. She grows old, and her body withers away.
The soul bride shall never be a widow, she shall never suffer sorrow.
Emotional attachment to Maya is totally painful, this is a bad bargain.
There, where neither your children nor your spouse shall accompany you, the Name of the Lord shall emancipate you.
Food sacred to the manes or to the gods must be given to a man distinguished by sacred knowledge, for hands, smeared with blood, cannot be cleansed with blood.