Those birds which peck at the shore of the pool have played and have departed. In a moment, in an instant, we too must depart.

My Husband Lord dwells on this shore, and on the shore beyond; I would still meet Him, and hug Him close in my embrace.

The birds in the beautiful trees fly around in all four directions. The more they fly around, the more they suffer; they burn and cry out in pain.

What good are the ceremonial lines drawn around your kitchen, when these four are seated there with you?

Meditating, meditating in remembrance on the Divine Guru, one's fears are erased and dispelled.

Standing up and sitting down, I sing the Name of the Lord, Har, Har. Meditating in remembrance on Him, I obtain my Eternal Husband Lord.