Master, Your liila,
It is hard to understand.
Sometimes it makes cry, sometimes it makes laugh;
Even when knowing well, not to know it asks.
You arrive, racing from the bosom of heaven;
In a far-flung psychic niche, You sit in silence.
Remaining unseen, You demolish any darkness;
Who thinks, states, or does what– You know that.
The everlasting liila is Your mobile chariot;
In the style that You move, that alone becomes the path.
Inside You merges and emerges all moral doctrine;
Every raag and raginii[1] chants Your ballad.
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About Your liila we are given so much information that trees conceal the forest.
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