By twice born men a widow must not be appointed to ,cohabit with any other ,than her husband , for they who appoint ,her to another ,man , will violate the eternal law.
GURU NANAKBy twice born men a widow must not be appointed to ,cohabit with any other ,than her husband , for they who appoint ,her to another ,man , will violate the eternal law.
GURU NANAKWith your hands carve out your own destiny.
GURU NANAKEven kings and emperors, with mountains of property and oceans of wealth – these are not even equal to an ant, who does not forget God.
GURU NANAKBe the wisdom your support. Be the compassion your guide and listen to the Divine Music that beats in every heart.
GURU NANAKThe True One was there from time immemorial. He is there today and ever there you will find. He never died nor will he ever die. … Look within, you will see Him there enshrined.
GURU NANAKLet no man in the world live in delusion. Without a Guru none can cross over to the other shore.
GURU NANAKAs with cows, mares, female camels, slave girls, buffalo cows, she goats, and ewes, it is not the begetter, or his owner who obtains the offspring, even thus, it is with the wives of others.
GURU NANAKBlessed, blessed is that body horse which meditates on the Lord God.
GURU NANAKLike the juggler, deceiving by his tricks, one is deluded by egotism, falsehood and illusion.
GURU NANAKOwing to ignorance of the rope the rope appears to be a snake; owing to ignorance of the Self the transient state arises of the individualized, limited, phenomenal aspect of the Self.
GURU NANAKThe 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.
GURU NANAKFood sacred to the manes or to the gods must be given to a man distinguished by sacred knowledge, for hands, smeared with blood, cannot be cleansed with blood.
GURU NANAKDeath would not be called bad, o people, if one knew how to truly die.
GURU NANAKThe 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.
GURU NANAKBurn worldly love, rub the ashes and make ink of it, make the heart the pen, the intellect the writer, write that which has no end or limit.
GURU NANAKWhatever kind of seed is sown in a field, prepared in due season, a plant of that same kind, marked with the peculiar qualities of the seed, springs up in it.
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