I Don't Die... He Who Is Merged

I Don't Die... He Who Is Merged With The Omnipresent Is Never Gone.

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.

Thou Has A Thousand Eyes And Yet Not One Eye; Thou Host A Thousand Forms And Yet Not One Form.

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.

Those Who Have Not Obtained The Blessed Vision, The Blessed Vision Of The Darshan Of The True Guru, The Almighty Lord God They Have Fruitlessly, Uselessly Wasted Their Whole Lives In Vain.