The Jewels of the Saint
I, a woman, have a vast estate; true jewels are my portion.
I fashion my nose-ring of Vitthal and the wreath of Hari is on my heart.
My thoughts are a string of pearls and my bangles are Vishnu. Why should I go to the goldsmith?
My fetters are of the Lord of Life, Krishna my gold and silver anklets.
My silver ornaments are Rama and Narayan; my anvat is the one who discerns the heart.
Let me make Purushottam my casket; Trikam the name of the padlock.
Let me make the key of compassion and joy, and in it keep my jewels.
I fashion my nose-ring of Vitthal and the wreath of Hari is on my heart.
My thoughts are a string of pearls and my bangles are Vishnu. Why should I go to the goldsmith?
My fetters are of the Lord of Life, Krishna my gold and silver anklets.
My silver ornaments are Rama and Narayan; my anvat is the one who discerns the heart.
Let me make Purushottam my casket; Trikam the name of the padlock.
Let me make the key of compassion and joy, and in it keep my jewels.
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