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O Sadhus, this mind there is no controlling
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Born in the hard days of Kali Juga, their deeds are like the crow, though their form be as the peacock
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Blind man asks me of the sunshine, The. To what can one compare it for him?
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O Soul, cling fast to the spotless Form
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O Udhow, I have seen the Form
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O Mind, why dost thou pay no heed?
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Hari's nature no one knows
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So far I understand, O Raghunath
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Know his life to be blessed in deed, who has set himself to meditate upon Purusa Purana
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Who can perceive the Name of Rama?
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