Upon them shine the markings of an upturned lotus, the wish-fulfilling tree, and the elephant goad. The splendor of the entire world has been placed upon each single line. The gods long to wash those feet, as the moon pours down its nectar. Without loving attachment to them, the ascetic’s staff and water-pot are all in vain.
Pada 173
Siya is the great queen among queens; all others are merely her attendants. Indrani and Brahmani stand before her with folded hands. Gauri prepares fragrant betel again and again, while Lakshmi brings it forward to offer. The eight siddhis stand with joined palms, and the nine treasures are sold into her service.
Every pore of her being protects millions of universes. Maya herself stands at a single landing and gives water to all who come to drink; yet even she repeatedly longs for Siya’s grace and honors her again and again. Not a leaf can stir without the One who dwells within every heart. The saints know her as their chosen deity; the world knows her as Rama’s beloved.
Pada 174
Even Rama cannot equal Priya. Belagi sings her glory without partiality— here there is no place for stubborn pride. Janaka is the giver and Rama the receiver; tell me, then, whose station is higher? In all the world Siya’s name comes first, and Rama’s name follows after hers.
All beauty flows from Sri’s feet, and Rama longs to receive it. Rama bears Siya’s own character— such is the poet’s declaration. Dasavaran asks: “When one washes the other’s feet, who is master and who is servant?” Understanding this mystery, the mind worships Siya’s feet as its highest refuge.