Thou has a thousand eyes and yet not one eye; Thou host a thousand forms and yet not one form.

The One who created these things He alone knows. His subtle form is infinite.

There are worlds and more worlds below them, and there are a hundred thousand skies over them. No one has been able to find the limits and boundaries of God. If there be any account of God, then alone the mortal can write the same; but God's account does not finish, and the mortal himself dies while still writing.

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.

And his host, and those that were numbered of them, were forty thousand and five hundred.

If he is asked, let him always give something, be it ever so little, without grudging, for a worthy recipient will ,perhaps be found who saves him from all ,guilt .