Fasten not on me, O Maya

Fasten not on me, O Maya.
Little now, thou wilt grow great: and Raghu's Lord will learn of it.

Within me is my Lord: O Foolish one, even now take heed,
You will fall into the clutches of a hard master and slave till you die at drawing water.

Abate your high looks, respect the bhaktas, cast from your hand the noose.
You will never overcome him: the immortal is his shield.

Says Maluk — Peace, robber: bury your wicked folly deep.
O'er those, whom invocation of Rama's name uplifted, you can have no power.
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Maluk Das
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