Just as penchant for water for a fish never decreases and a moth's love for the flame of an oil lamp never wanes.
Just as a black bee is never satiated enjoying the fragrance of the flowers, a bird's desire to fly in sky never decreases.
Just as hearing the thunder of the collected clouds gladens the heart of a peacock and the rain-bird, and love of a deer for hearing the sweet music of Chanda Herha does not diminish.
So is the love of a Guru-conscious saint, the seeker of ambrosial nectar for his dear True Guru. The longing of love for his Guru that has permeated in every limb of his body and is flowing rapidly never decreases. (424)