With Your Hands Carve Out Your Own

The Ignorant Soul Bride Wanders In Delusion, In The Love Of Duality, She Sits Like A Widow. She Sits Like A Widow, In The Love Of Duality, Infatuated With Maya, She Suffers In Pain. She Grows Old, And Her Body Withers Away.

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.

But For Disloyalty To Her Husband A Wife Is Censured Among Men, And ,in Her Next Life She Is Born In The Womb Of A Jackal And Tormented By Diseases, The Punishment Of Her Sin.

My Mind And Body, My Mind And Body I Cut My Body Into Pieces, And I Dedicate These To Him.

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.