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
The soul's attachment to the body resembles a fledgling Which forsakes its empty shell and flies away. Death is like falling asleep, And birth is like waking from that sleep. Not yet having a permanent home, The soul takes temporary shelter...