Blessed, Blessed Is The True

No Calamity Happens To Those Who Eagerly Follow Auspicious Customs And The Rule Of Good Conduct, To Those Who Are Always Careful Of Purity, And To Those Who Mutter ,sacred Texts And Offer Burnt Oblations.

That One Plant Should Be Sown And Another Be Produced Cannot Happen; Whatever Seed Is Sown, A Plant Of That Kind Even Comes Forth.

Death Would Not Be Called Bad, O People, If One Knew How To Truly Die.

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.

May Liberal Men Abound With Us! May Our Knowledge Of The Vedas And Our Progeny Increase! May Faith Not Forsake Us! May We Have Much To Give To The Needy.