Through Shallow Intellect, The Mind

O Lord, You Bless All With Your Bountiful Blessings.

Giving No Pain To Any Creature, Let Him Slowly Accumulate Spiritual Merit, For The Sake ,of Acquiring A Companion To The Next World, Just As The White Ant ,gradually Raises Its Hill.

Thou Has A Thousand Eyes And Yet Not One Eye; Thou Host A Thousand Forms And Yet Not One Form.

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.

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.