In the City of Death, there is pitch darkness and huge clouds of dust, neither sister nor brother is there. This body is frail, old age is overtaking it.
He alone is a man who keeps his word, Not that he has one thing in the heart, and another on the tongue.
It is nearly impossible to be here now when you think there is somewhere else to be.
I fall at the feet of those who meditate on the Truest of the True.
The Lord Himself reveals the Path, He Himself is the Doer of deeds.
Without the Name, there is no peace.
Blessed, blessed is that Sikh of the Guru, who goes and falls at the Feet of the True Guru. Blessed, blessed is that Sikh of the Guru, who with his mouth, utters the Name of the Lord.
Egotism is such a terrible disease, he dies, to be reincarnated he continues coming and going.
If you are strong, torture not the weak, And thus lay not the axe to thy empire.
The greatest comforts and lasting peace are obtained, when one eradicates selfishness from within.
In egotism, one is assailed by fear, he passes his life totally troubled by fear.
Karta (The Creator) and Karim (The beneficient) are the names of the same God.
Razak (The provider) and Rahim (The merciful) are also the names given to Him.
Worship the One God who is the Lord of all. Know that his form is one and He is the One light diffused in all.
Let no man in his error wrangle over differences in names.
Those who call me God, will fall into the deep pit of hell. Regard me as one of his slaves and have no doubt whatever about it. I am a servant of the Supreme Being; and have come to behold the wonderful drama of life.
For this purpose was I born, let all virtuous people understand. I was born to advance righteousness, to emancipate the good, and to destroy all evil-doers root and branch.
I came into the world charged with the duty to uphold the right in every place, to destroy sin and evil… the only reason I took birth was to see that righteousness may flourish, that good may live, and tyrants be torn out by their roots.
The lord can never be established nor created; the formless one is limitlessly complete in Himself. Death would not be called bad, O people, if one knew how to truly die.