Sing The Songs Of Joy

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?

Through True Love, She Merges With Him. She Who Does Not Know Her Husband Lord, The Architect Of Karma, Is Deluded By Falsehood She Herself Is False.

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.

Dwell In Peace In The Home Of Your Own Being, And The Messenger Of Death Will Not Be Able To Touch You.

From Woman, Man Is Born; Within Woman, Man Is Conceived; To Woman He Is Engaged And Married. Woman Becomes His Friend; Through Woman, The Future Generations Come. When His Woman Dies, He Seeks Another Woman; To Woman He Is Bound. So Why Call Her Bad? From Her, Kings Are Born. From Woman, Woman Is Born; Without Woman, There Would Be No One At All.