I Am Not The Born;

The Formless Supreme Being Abides In The Realm Of Eternity. Over His Creation He Casts His Glance Of Grace. In That Realm Are Contained All The Continents And The Universes, Exceeding In Number All Count. Of Creation Worlds Upon Worlds Abide Therein; All Obedient To His Will; He Watches Over Them In Bliss, And Has Each Constantly In Mind.

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.

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.

When The Purpose Of The Appointment To ,cohabit With The Widow Bas Been Attained In Accordance With The Law, Those Two Shall Behave Towards Each Other Like A Father And A Daughter In Law.

He ,who Is Appointed To ,cohabit With The Widow Shall ,approach Her At Night Anointed With Clarified Butter And Silent, ,and Beget One Son, By No Means A Second.