Blessed, Blessed Is That Body Horse Which

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.

Conquer Your Mind And Conquer The World.

The Formless Supreme Being Abides In The Realm Of Eternity. Over His Creation He Casts His Glance Of Grace. In That Realm Are Contained All The Continents And The Universes, Exceeding In Number All Count. Of Creation Worlds Upon Worlds Abide Therein; All Obedient To His Will; He Watches Over Them In Bliss, And Has Each Constantly In Mind.

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

Like The Juggler, Deceiving By His Tricks, One Is Deluded By Egotism, Falsehood And Illusion.