Even Kings and emperors with heaps of wealth and vast dominion cannot compare with an ant filled with the love of God.
Death would not be called bad, O people, if one knew how to truly die.
I am not the born; how can there be either birth or death for me?
Whatever kind of seed is sown in a field, prepared in due season, a plant of that same kind, marked with the peculiar qualities of the seed, springs up in it.
The production of children, the nurture of those born, and the daily life of men, of these matters woman is visibly the cause.
I am neither a child, a young man, nor an ancient; nor am I of any caste.