Death Would Not Be Called Bad, O

Thou Has A Thousand Eyes And Yet Not One Eye; Thou Host A Thousand Forms And Yet Not One Form.

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.

As Fragrance Abides In The Flower As Reflection Is Within The Mirror, So Does Your Lord Abide Within You, Why Search For Him Without?

Build The Raft Of Meditation And Self-discipline, To Carry You Across The River. There Will Be No Ocean, And No Rising Tides To Stop You; This Is How Comfortable Your Path Shall Be.

I Don't Die... He Who Is Merged With The Omnipresent Is Never Gone.