Burn worldy love

Grinding  it into ahses to make ink.

Let your intellect be the fine paper

On which you should write

With the pen of divine love,

As dictated by the Guru.

Write the praises of his Name

Write that He is limitless and great.

Oh teacher, if you were to learn writing this

The truth of it will stand by you

Wherever you are called upon to render account.

-Guru Nanak

Let him bear the name of Shiva or Kesava [Vishnu],

or of the Jina [Mahavira], or of the lotus-born Lord,

whatever name he bears

May he take from me, sick woman that I am, the disease of the world,

Whether he be he, or he, or he.

-Lalla, a fourteenth century Kashmiri Shaivite

The grandeur of the Sat Guru is infinite, infinite in his bounty,

He opened my eyes to the Infinite and showed me Infinity.

I was just tagging along in the wake of the world and the Veda,

Then the Sat Guru met me on the path and he put a lamp in my hand.

A lamp full of oil he gave me whose wock will never run dry;

All bartering is over,

I will go to the market no more.

- Kabir