What if I were to become a deer, and live in the forest, picking and eating fruits and roots - by Guru's Grace, I am a sacrifice to my Master. Again and again, I am a sacrifice, a sacrifice.

O Beloved Lord, I meditate on You continually; I obtain the fruits of my mind's desires.

The sinful residues of countless incarnations depart, and we receive the fruits of the mind's desires.

My Lord and Master is the Giver of the fruits of the mind's desires. He knows all the useless vanities and pains of the soul.

You may have a throne at the royal court, with beautiful decorations and soft carpets, all sorts of luscious fruits and beautiful gardens, the excitement of the chase and princely pleasures - but still, the mind is not made happy by such illusory diversions.

If all the eighteen loads of vegetation became fruits, and the growing grass became sweet rice; if I were able to stop the sun and the moon in their orbits and hold them perfectly steady - even then, I would worship and adore You, and my longing to chant Your Praises would not decrease.