Remember Rama — remember Rama: this thy one task.
Renounce the company of Maya: rest on the protection of the Lord.
Know the world's pleasure to be vanity: false is all the fashion of it.
Know wealth to be but as a dream: wherefore dost thou boast thyself?
As a wall of sand, so is the kingdom of this world.
Says Nanak the sage — the body wastes away.
Second by second the past has gone: even so to-day will go.

The stream reflects the lean foliage of a pine—
An old pine of unremembered years.
The cold moonlight gleams on the tremulous water,
And pours into my room by the window door.
I prolong my futile singing to-night,
Deploring thee—how deeply, O prince!
For no more shalt thou see a true vassal like An-tao.
My song, ceasing, leaves the grief in my heart.

O Lord, this clue has come to me unsought.
This clue is given me by the Sat Guru: helpless he made me his own.
This clue will bear up my soul and guide me across the ocean of the world.
With this clue one may mount up to heaven and ever live in blessedness with his Lord.
Dharm Das prays with clasped hands, for his divorce from Kal and troubles.

Wistful, away from my friends and kin,
Through mist and fog I float and float
With the sail that bears me toward Lo-yang.
In Yang-chou trees linger bell-notes of evening,
Marking the day and the place of our parting....
When shall we meet again and where?
... Destiny is a boat on the waves,
Borne to and fro, beyond our will.

You, the dweller of the East Mountain,
You, the lover of the beauty of hills and valleys,
In the green spring you sleep in the empty woodland,
And hardly rise in the broad daylight.
The pine wind shakes your garment,
And the stony brook cleanses your soul.
How I envy you, who, unperturbed,
Are pillowed high in a mist of emerald!

Where shine the stars that wend along
The heav'ns, there doth the sea-gull cry.

Marriage is the square of a plus b
In other words
a 2 + b 2 + 2ab
Where 2ab (of course)
Are twins.

On Matsushima's thousand isles
The Lord of Mutsu takes the cool.

Lady Chao brushes the saddle inlaid with pearl;
She mounts her palfrey and weeps,
Wetting her rose-red cheeks with tears.
To-day a high-born lady in the palace of Han,
To-morrow in a far land
She will be a barbarian slave.

The withered reeds, that day by day
Break off, are floated down the stream.