O God, listen to my prayer, do not grant me liberation! This joy exceeds that other, desired of men though it be.
In the homes of us followers of Vishnu the happiness of love desires to rest; prosperity and accomplishment stand with folded hands at our doors.
Grant me not to live in Vaikuntha, for that pleasure may pass away; but unspeakable is the sweetness of Your name when Your praises are sung.
O dark as the clouds, you know not the glory of your own name.
Tuka says, It is that which makes life sweet to us.
In the homes of us followers of Vishnu the happiness of love desires to rest; prosperity and accomplishment stand with folded hands at our doors.
Grant me not to live in Vaikuntha, for that pleasure may pass away; but unspeakable is the sweetness of Your name when Your praises are sung.
O dark as the clouds, you know not the glory of your own name.
Tuka says, It is that which makes life sweet to us.