I am tying on your hand this Raksha, with which the most powerful and generous King Bali himself was bound; O Raksha, don't go away; don’t go away. Yena baddho balee raajaa daanavendro mahaabalah; Tena twaam anubadhnaami rakshey maa chala maa chala
As the rays of the sun, When night comes, become all one in his disk Until they spread out again at sunrise, Even so the senses are gathered up In the mind, which is master of them all. Therefore when a person neither hears, sees, smells, Taste...