You are the wealth of the poor, the Guru of the guru-less, the honor of the dishonored. I am blind I have grasped hold of the jewel, the Guru.
You are the wealth of the poor, the Guru of the guru-less, the honor of the dishonored. I am blind I have grasped hold of the jewel, the Guru.
O God, You are the Honor of the dishonored. I seek to merge with You.
would be horrified, humiliated and infuriated to know that his memory was dishonored in this way.
He has given a home to the homeless He has given honor to the dishonored. He has fulfilled all desires remember Him in meditation, day and night, with every breath and every morsel of food.
In deep humility, I fall at the Feet of the Perfect True Guru. The Guru is the Honor of the dishonored. The Guru, the True Guru, brings approval and applause.
The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart, And sang within the bloody wood When Agamemnon cried aloud, And let their liquid siftings fall To stain the stiff dishonored shroud.
When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood.
A person dishonored is worst than dead.
The martyr cannot be dishonored. Every lash inflicted is a tongue of fame; every prison a more illustrious abode.
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