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The Word Of Naam Dayv Jee, Raamkalee, First House:

One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:

The boy takes paper, cuts it and makes a kite, and flies it in the sky.

Talking with his friends, he still keeps his attention on the kite string. ||1||

My mind has been pierced by the Name of the Lord,

like the goldsmith, whose attention is held by his work. ||1||Pause||

The young girl in the city takes a pitcher, and fills it with water.

She laughs, and plays, and talks with her friends, but she keeps her attention focused on the pitcher of water. ||2||

The cow is let loose, out of the mansion of the ten gates, to graze in the field.

It grazes up to five miles away, but keeps its attention focused on its calf. ||3||

Says Naam Dayv, listen, O Trilochan: the child is laid down in the cradle.

Its mother is at work, inside and outside, but she holds her child in her thoughts. ||4||1||