The World Is A Drama, Staged In

Through Shallow Intellect, The Mind Becomes Shallow, And One Eats The Fly, Along With The Sweets.

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

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

From Woman, Man Is Born; Within Woman, Man Is Conceived; To Woman He Is Engaged And Married. Woman Becomes His Friend; Through Woman, The Future Generations Come. When His Woman Dies, He Seeks Another Woman; To Woman He Is Bound. So Why Call Her Bad? From Her, Kings Are Born. From Woman, Woman Is Born; Without Woman, There Would Be No One At All.

For Each And Every Person, Our Lord And Master Provides Sustenance. Why Are You So Afraid, O Mind? The Flamingos Fly Hundreds Of Miles, Leaving Their Young Ones Behind. Who Feeds Them, And Who Teaches Them To Feed Themselves? Have You Ever Thought Of This In Your Mind?