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 master shines. He never says "mine." Gold, stone, earth They are all the same to him. He is not bound by sloth, Nor consumed by his own activity. He has severed the knots which bind his heart.