The dwellers in Vaikuntha watch and wait for
your worshippers; they feel no pangs of birth
and death; they have no future world to think of.
Blessed are the servants of Hari; mortal birth they
can easily bear, while Brahma and the rest still
desire their presence; and all sacred places long to
see them. Yama desires earnestly to hear thy
praises; he stands with folded hands waiting for
them day and night. Prosperity and perfection
seek out the worshippers of Hari uninvited;
liberation and union are waiting for them. Wherever
they stand, they are comforted by the joy of love;
many too have been saved by them, who were low
and guilty wretches. All beings long to see them;
while they themselves are unmoved; blessed, says
Tuka, are all they who behold him.
your worshippers; they feel no pangs of birth
and death; they have no future world to think of.
Blessed are the servants of Hari; mortal birth they
can easily bear, while Brahma and the rest still
desire their presence; and all sacred places long to
see them. Yama desires earnestly to hear thy
praises; he stands with folded hands waiting for
them day and night. Prosperity and perfection
seek out the worshippers of Hari uninvited;
liberation and union are waiting for them. Wherever
they stand, they are comforted by the joy of love;
many too have been saved by them, who were low
and guilty wretches. All beings long to see them;
while they themselves are unmoved; blessed, says
Tuka, are all they who behold him.