Thou Has A Thousand Eyes

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

Through Shallow Intellect, The Mind Becomes Shallow, And One Eats The Fly, Along With The Sweets.

If The Widow Of A Man Who Died Without Leaving Issue, Raises Up To Him A Son By A Member Of The Family , She Shall Deliver To That ,son The Whole Property Which Belonged To The ,deceased .

Make Of The Silence Your To-do Tasks, Of The Compassion Your Wealth And Of The Meditation Your Beggar's Bowl.

An Adopted Son Shall Never Take The Family, Name And The Estate Of His Natural Father, The Funeral Cake Follows The Family, Name And The Estate, The Funeral Offerings Of Him Who Gives ,his Son In Adoption Cease, As Far As That Son Is Concerned.