Even Kings And Emperors, With Mountains Of

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.

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

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.

I Am In Constant Bliss, Day And Night, Egotism Has Been Dispelled From Within Me.

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.