Not with the eyes but it is with the heart that you see,
And it is the heart which decides what you wish to be.
Develop for others a feeling fondness,
A heart overflowing with kindness.
Not with tears but it is with the heart that you cry,
And it is the heart which decides with what recompense
you will die.
A heart filled with hate,
Has destroyed that soul’s fate, change that state.
Not with lips but it is with the heart that you talk,
And it is the heart which decided whether your talk is the
same as your walk.
Let your heart to the Lord give a bow,
In submission let its posture be low.
Not with hands but it is with the heart that you do,
So purify your thoughts, only if your actions knew.
Our heart is our soul,
Let its purity be your goal.
Not with a pen I write but with my heart I write,
So that on your soul are showered beacons of light.

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