I Am Neither Male Nor

Make Of The Silence Your To-do Tasks, Of The Compassion Your Wealth And Of The Meditation Your Beggar's Bowl.

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

As A Father ,supports His Sons, So Let The Eldest Support His Younger Brothers, And Let Them Also In Accordance With The Law Behave Towards Their Eldest Brother As Sons ,behave.

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.

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.