Oh Khusrau, the river of love runs in strange directions. The one who jumps into it drowns, and one who drowns is the one who gets across…

Khusrau, the bride spends the eve of her wedding awake with her beloved, the body belongs to her, but heart to him…the two have become one.

As milk is dear to the baby, and the raindrop is dear to the mouth of the rainbird, and as water is dear to the fish, so is Lord to my mind.

Where the light of the undying Sun shines, the light of burning lamp seems insignificant. By Guru's grace, I know this. Servant Namdev is absorbed in Celestial Lord.

The vision of God is nothing more than the realisation and feeling of His presence, both within and around you, for God is an all prevalent spirit that permeates the entire universe. The worlds manifest in terms of name and form are not separate from Him because they are His own representation.

One who commits unrighteousness and earns money by dishonesty, who is unthinking and such a person is a fool.

 When you are enthusiastic, the mountain also looks like a clay pile.

Nation First. Then your Guru, your Parents and finally your God! So, the nation should always come before yourselves.

Beneath all diversities, lies only one unity in which the lover and the beloved both lose their individuality. And only love exists.

Realise, realise that you are the infinity within. Know that. The very moment a person knows himself to be that, the very moment a man realises his true nature, above all danger, above all difficulty, above all suffering, above all tribulation and pain. Know that, be yourself.