Far From Wife And Son Am 1,

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.

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.

Burn Worldly Love, Rub The Ashes And Make Ink Of It, Make The Heart The Pen, The Intellect The Writer, Write That Which Has No End Or Limit.

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.

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.