He Who, Having Lost His Parents Or

O Lord, You Bless All With Your Bountiful Blessings.

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.

Offspring, The Due Performance On Religious Rites, Faithful Service, Highest Conjugal Happiness And Heavenly Bliss For The Ancestors And Oneself, Depend On One's Wife Alone.

I Am Neither A Child, A Young Man, Nor An Ancient; Nor Am I Of Any Caste.

The World Is A Drama, Staged In A Dream