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!...
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!...
Sweet be the glances we exchange, our faces showing true concord; Enshrine me in your heart and let one spirit dwell within us.
If a householder moulds himself according to the circumstances - just like nature moulds itself according to seasons - and performs his karma, then only shall he acquire happiness. One who does this successfully gains in all walks of life.
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.
Peace be to earth and to airy space! Peace be to heaven, peace to the waters, peace to the plants and peace to the trees! May all the gods grant me peace!
Scholars who incessantly contemplate on acquiring strength and knowledge should also consider it their moral duty to impart knowledge to the ignorant, so that they can develop their mental faculties. This would automatically lead to the latter’s self-development and spiritual progress.
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!
Bliss, knowledge and wisdom are Sun himself. I bow to Mitra, Bhanu, to the shining one, the cause of the universe and let Him protect me from death.