I AM SMALL because I am a little child. I shall be big when I am as old as my father is.
My teacher will come and say, 'It is late, bring your slate and your books.'
I shall tell him, 'Do you not know I am as big as father? And I must not have lessons any more.'
My master will wonder and say, 'He can leave his books if he likes, for he is grown up.'
I shall dress myself and walk to the fair where the crowd is thick.
My uncle will come rushing up to me and say, 'You will get lost, my boy; let me carry you.'
I shall answer, 'Can't you see, uncle, I am as big as father. I must go to the fair alone.'
Uncle will say, 'Yes, he can go wherever he likes, for he is grown up.'
Mother will come from her bath when I am giving money to my nurse, for I shall know how to open the box with my key.
Mother will say, 'What are you about, naughty child?'
I shall tell her, 'Mother, don't you know, I am as big as father, and I must give silver to my nurse.'
Mother will say to herself, 'He can give money to whom he likes, for he is grown up.'
In the holiday time in October father will come home and, thinking that I am still a baby, will bring for me from the town little shoes and small silken frocks.
I shall say, 'Father, give them to my dada,' for I am as big as you are.'
Father will think and say, 'He can buy his own clothes if he likes, for he is grown up.'

TIME is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Thou knowest how to wait.
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.
We have no time to lose, and having no time we must scramble for our chances. We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by while I give it to every querulous man who claims it, and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.
At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut; but I find that yet there is time.

III. 69. satta nam hai sab ten nyara
THE TRUE Name is like none other name!
The distinction of the Conditioned from the Unconditioned is but a word:
The Unconditioned is the seed, the Conditioned is the flower and the fruit.
Knowledge is the branch, and the Name is the root.
Look, and see where the root is: happiness shall be yours when you come to the root.
The root will lead you to the branch, the leaf, the flower, and the fruit:
It is the encounter with the Lord, it is the attainment of bliss, it is the reconciliation of the Conditioned and the Unconditioned.