Come to this side, O my dear
And take all happiness as you like.
Use not any harsh words, my dear, to any body
Harsh words saddened the heart and ears
Harsh words are the sounds of owls and crickets.
O my dear, take the help of such persons and things
That you can get help from them in this life and the next.
Don't approach for anything to the ignorant and materialist
Treat them as impure trees creepers and poisonous wells.
O my dear, what you are eating what you are doing
And what you are thinking and giving when you offer Me
That is your pious activities that is the nectar of life.
Cheaters are there everywhere, my dear
Be prepared to face the life here, with the blazing fire-Ultimate Truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem