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
On this ever-revolving wheel of being The individual self goes round and round Through life after life, believing itself To be a separate creature, until It sees its identity with the Lord of Love And attains immortality in the indivisible whole...