Thought For The Day (3/29/2006)
The elephant eats a hundred maunds of clarified butter and molasses.
And another five hundred maunds of corn.
He belches, blows and raises dust,
albeit he regrets the moment his breathing stops.
The blind die in self-conceit;
Those who are devoted to the Master are favoured.
Pecking half a corn, the sparrow chirps, flying high in
the sky.
God is pleased with the one who remembers
His Name.
The mighty tiger kills hundreds of deer which in turn,
eat others.
Overbearing, he wouldn't enter his den.
Albeit regrets the moment his breathing stops.
Whom does the blind beast impress with his roar?
The Master approves it not.
The milk-weed cricket adores the milk-weed
and eats it's leaves perching on it.
God is pleased with the one who remembers His name.
Says Nanak, in the four days of the world
The pursuit of pleasure spells pain.
There are many who talk about it,
but none can renounce the world.
The Fly gives it's life for its weakness for sweets.
Those whom You protect, to them no harm comes near.
They cross the dreadful ocean Lord God's fear.
Slok 1 (SGGS 1286)
And another five hundred maunds of corn.
He belches, blows and raises dust,
albeit he regrets the moment his breathing stops.
The blind die in self-conceit;
Those who are devoted to the Master are favoured.
Pecking half a corn, the sparrow chirps, flying high in
the sky.
God is pleased with the one who remembers
His Name.
The mighty tiger kills hundreds of deer which in turn,
eat others.
Overbearing, he wouldn't enter his den.
Albeit regrets the moment his breathing stops.
Whom does the blind beast impress with his roar?
The Master approves it not.
The milk-weed cricket adores the milk-weed
and eats it's leaves perching on it.
God is pleased with the one who remembers His name.
Says Nanak, in the four days of the world
The pursuit of pleasure spells pain.
There are many who talk about it,
but none can renounce the world.
The Fly gives it's life for its weakness for sweets.
Those whom You protect, to them no harm comes near.
They cross the dreadful ocean Lord God's fear.
Slok 1 (SGGS 1286)
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