With Your Hands Carve Out Your Own

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.

Through True Love, She Merges With Him. She Who Does Not Know Her Husband Lord, The Architect Of Karma, Is Deluded By Falsehood She Herself Is False.

God Is One, But He Has Innumerable Forms. He Is The Creator Of All And He Himself Takes The Human Form.

Dwell In Peace In The Home Of Your Own Being, And The Messenger Of Death Will Not Be Able To Touch You.

I Am A Song Bird, I Am A Meek Song Bird, I Offer My Prayer To The Lord.