I Am In Constant Bliss, Day And

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.

Sing The Songs Of Joy To The Lord, Serve The Name Of The Lord, And Become The Servant Of His Servants.

Be The Wisdom Your Support. Be The Compassion Your Guide And Listen To The Divine Music That Beats In Every Heart.

I Am Not The Born; How Can There Be Either Birth Or Death For Me?

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.