This is a season of abundant joy; the mart
of Pandhari is near us; the saints are calling
us with cries of “Rama, Rama.” Take this name
for the future; fill your mouths while the sky
pours it down. The port of Dwaraka sends forth
the goods; Pundalika receives them; they were
promptly sold to one; Sanaka and the rest found
them out. Blessed is the earth; a garland of
names has been laid upon it. The poor who
brought this treasure were blessed in the highest.
We can measure it out with our hands; there
is none to forbid us. Let us open our minds and
take it in, to do us good. We may go on distri-
buting it; there will be as much left as ever. If
you won't accept it, says Tuka, then it is lost.
of Pandhari is near us; the saints are calling
us with cries of “Rama, Rama.” Take this name
for the future; fill your mouths while the sky
pours it down. The port of Dwaraka sends forth
the goods; Pundalika receives them; they were
promptly sold to one; Sanaka and the rest found
them out. Blessed is the earth; a garland of
names has been laid upon it. The poor who
brought this treasure were blessed in the highest.
We can measure it out with our hands; there
is none to forbid us. Let us open our minds and
take it in, to do us good. We may go on distri-
buting it; there will be as much left as ever. If
you won't accept it, says Tuka, then it is lost.