Without a toper's courage, Love consists of naught save trick and guile; a man, whose Love of God is great, has brawny arms and is agile.

Alas the love of case and rest among the pilgrims seems profound; a man, who journey's toils may deem, as steed and food, is nowhere found.

O men of plains do not think that I teach the beastly mode and art the lonely desert arid the mounts the man Self knowledge can impart.

This world observes traditions old, in world to come mere hymns can serve; forge both worlds and stick to God, if kingly grandeur you wish to deserve.