With Your Hands Carve Out

Food Sacred To The Manes Or To The Gods Must Be Given To A Man Distinguished By Sacred Knowledge, For Hands, Smeared With Blood, Cannot Be Cleansed With Blood.

For Each And Every Person, Our Lord And Master Provides Sustenance. Why Are You So Afraid, O Mind? The Flamingos Fly Hundreds Of Miles, Leaving Their Young Ones Behind. Who Feeds Them, And Who Teaches Them To Feed Themselves? Have You Ever Thought Of This In Your Mind?

Offspring, The Due Performance On Religious Rites, Faithful Service, Highest Conjugal Happiness And Heavenly Bliss For The Ancestors And Oneself, Depend On One's Wife Alone.

Be The Wisdom Your Support. Be The Compassion Your Guide And Listen To The Divine Music That Beats In Every Heart.

There Is But One God, His Name Is Truth, He Is The Creator, He Fears None, He Is Without Hate, He Never Dies, He Is Beyond The Cycle Of Births And Death, He Is Self Illuminated, He Is Realized By The Kindness Of The True Guru. He Was True In The Beginning, He Was True When The Ages Commenced And Has Ever Been True, He Is Also True Now.