I Bow At His Feet Constantly, And

Make Of The Silence Your To-do Tasks, Of The Compassion Your Wealth And Of The Meditation Your Beggar's Bowl.

I Bow At His Feet Constantly, And Pray To Him, The Guru, The True Guru, Has Shown Me The Way.

Whatever Kind Of Seed Is Sown In A Field, Prepared In Due Season, A Plant Of That Same Kind, Marked With The Peculiar Qualities Of The Seed, Springs Up In It.

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.

But For Disloyalty To Her Husband A Wife Is Censured Among Men, And ,in Her Next Life She Is Born In The Womb Of A Jackal And Tormented By Diseases, The Punishment Of Her Sin.