Sahajo says, “He in whose heart dwells illusion,—
His heart is impure, his body wastes away.
He does not love Hari,
And therefore he is always unhappy.”
If illusion dwells in the body like a deer in a field,
Then how can the field grow?
Whatever is sown is eaten up,
And the mind is not set on Hari.

A proud man who wants praise for himself—
His face is full of dust,
He is puffed up with vanity,
And he is not afraid of sinning.
He wants to have the lordship,
But he does not want the Lord.
Sahajo says, “A proud person's heart is very low;
It cannot be lifted up.”