I have seen Thy form, standing hand on hip; therefore my spirit is at rest; I am minded not to leave Thy feet. I sing of Thee with my lips; I clap the cymbals; I dance in Thy temple full of happiness and love. Tuka says, In comparison of Thy name all this world is worthless.
To-day is a holy and welcome day; the Dasra is here; observe it well; it is an auspicious season. Raise a cry of acclamation; take Hari to your hearts, great and small; I bid you not to be slothful. Come, women, come; Hari has stepped forth to cross the frontier. Run and take lamps and wave them round him. Let us wave them round his holy face; let us place his feet upon our heads. Good fortune has visited us in our own houses. Ere we quit this body of ours, there is open to us a happy season, that cannot wither. “Then,” says one, “seeing what a time this is, let no one stay to look round her. Leave every other task and accompany Hari.” Take these words to heart in every way; do not neglect what You hear; You will never see nor dream of such happiness again; if You neglect it, there will be nothing but lamentation left, nothing but a legend of what is lost. Those who lose Him will be infinitely wretched; you may be sure of this; never will return this chance of immortality; be it known to you, or sad destruction will follow. He for whom Brahma and the rest went mad, to secure whose leavings of food the gods entered the water, and became fish; He in half of whose frame dwells Lakshmi, the mother of the world; He, says Tuka, has come without an effort of ours.
To-day is a holy and welcome day; the Dasra is here; observe it well; it is an auspicious season. Raise a cry of acclamation; take Hari to your hearts, great and small; I bid you not to be slothful. Come, women, come; Hari has stepped forth to cross the frontier. Run and take lamps and wave them round him. Let us wave them round his holy face; let us place his feet upon our heads. Good fortune has visited us in our own houses. Ere we quit this body of ours, there is open to us a happy season, that cannot wither. “Then,” says one, “seeing what a time this is, let no one stay to look round her. Leave every other task and accompany Hari.” Take these words to heart in every way; do not neglect what You hear; You will never see nor dream of such happiness again; if You neglect it, there will be nothing but lamentation left, nothing but a legend of what is lost. Those who lose Him will be infinitely wretched; you may be sure of this; never will return this chance of immortality; be it known to you, or sad destruction will follow. He for whom Brahma and the rest went mad, to secure whose leavings of food the gods entered the water, and became fish; He in half of whose frame dwells Lakshmi, the mother of the world; He, says Tuka, has come without an effort of ours.