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.
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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