Love is the firstborn, loftier than the gods, fathers and men. You, O Love, are the eldest of all, altogether mighty. To you we pay homage!...
The mind is the instrument, the flywheel, and the thickest comrade of man. Through it, one can ruin oneself or save oneself. Regulated and controlled, channeled properly it can liberate; wayward and let loose, it can entangle and bind fast.
Who knows this truly, and who will now declare it, what paths lead together to the gods? Only their lowest aspects of existence are seen, who exist on supreme, mystical planes.
In many a form of goodness, O Love, you show your face. Grant that these forms may penetrate within our hearts. Send elsewhere all malice!
Open up, create free space; release the bound one from his bonds! Like a newborn child, freed from the womb, be free to move on every path!
Words can confer strength; they can drain it off; Words can gain friends; they can turn them into enemies; words can elevate or lower the individual. One must learn the habit of making one’s words sweet, soft, and pleasant.
Only by doing good can one benefit. Those who detach themselves from ‘bad’ and yearn for ‘good’, dedicate their lives to God…and to service of scholars shall be blessed.
One, who earns leadership of the people by working ceaselessly for their welfare, finally realises that he has been rewarded with many added advantages.
A man, who realises the potential of his mind by means of introspection and contemplation, does not lack self-confidence. He has control over his mind and he is able to realise its full potential.
