Sing The Songs Of Joy To The

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.

Burn Worldly Love, Rub The Ashes And Make Ink Of It, Make The Heart The Pen, The Intellect The Writer, Write That Which Has No End Or Limit.

Those Who Have Loved Are Those That Have Found God

An Adopted Son Shall Never Take The Family, Name And The Estate Of His Natural Father, The Funeral Cake Follows The Family, Name And The Estate, The Funeral Offerings Of Him Who Gives ,his Son In Adoption Cease, As Far As That Son Is Concerned.

The Word Is The Guru, The Guru Is The Word, For All Nectar Is Enshrined In The World Blessed Is The Word Which Reveal The Lord's Name But More Is The One Who Knows By The Guru's Grace.