As she has planted, so does she harvest; such is the field of karma.

Your Face is so Beautiful, and the Sound of Your Words imparts intuitive wisdom. It is so long since this sparrow-hawk has had even a glimpse of water.

You are the Ocean of Water, and I am Your fish. Your Name is the drop of water, and I am a thirsty sparrow-hawk.

The jewel emerged from the water, when the mountain of gold was used to churn it.

The jewel of the soul is priceless, and yet it is being squandered like this, in exchange for a mere shell.

What good is social class and status? Truthfulness is measured within. Pride in one's status is like poison - holding it in your hand and eating it, you shall die.

While you are alive, conquer death, and you shall have no regrets in the end.

For the sake of it, you journey to sacred shrines and holy rivers; but this priceless jewel is within your own heart.

You are my Companion; You are my Best Friend. You are my Beloved; I am in love with You. You are my honor; You are my decoration. Without You, I cannot survive, even for an instant.