The Production Of Children, The

The World Is A Drama, Staged In A Dream

The Ignorant Soul Bride Wanders In Delusion, In The Love Of Duality, She Sits Like A Widow. She Sits Like A Widow, In The Love Of Duality, Infatuated With Maya, She Suffers In Pain. She Grows Old, And Her Body Withers Away.

Even Kings And Emperors With Heaps Of Wealth And Vast Dominion Cannot Compare With An Ant Filled With The Love Of God.

With Your Hands Carve Out Your Own Destiny.

I Am Neither A Child, A Young Man, Nor An Ancient; Nor Am I Of Any Caste.