God serves his servants, He cannot suffer them
to want anything, He throws away the dish
prepared for Himself and runs to help them. Such
is the sea of mercy that stands on the brick;
complete in generosity He displays Himself in
return for devotion. On His breast appears the
sacred footprint, the ornament that his worship-
pers have set there. He feels it no hardship;
he gladly suffers himself to be spurned. Satya-
bhama makes a gift of Him; He cares not to
conceal it. He sets His servant’s feet on his head
and goes about his task. He keeps Bali’s gate;
he drives Arjuna’s chariot. He serves his servants
like a true dependent. From due respect he will
not speak to Pundalika, he stands decorously
behind him. Tuka says, Why do you not worship
so kind a mother?
to want anything, He throws away the dish
prepared for Himself and runs to help them. Such
is the sea of mercy that stands on the brick;
complete in generosity He displays Himself in
return for devotion. On His breast appears the
sacred footprint, the ornament that his worship-
pers have set there. He feels it no hardship;
he gladly suffers himself to be spurned. Satya-
bhama makes a gift of Him; He cares not to
conceal it. He sets His servant’s feet on his head
and goes about his task. He keeps Bali’s gate;
he drives Arjuna’s chariot. He serves his servants
like a true dependent. From due respect he will
not speak to Pundalika, he stands decorously
behind him. Tuka says, Why do you not worship
so kind a mother?