Pada 100
“Beloved, fall at this goddess’s feet. Fold your hands, prostrate yourself, and bow your head in supplication. She is Bhavani, worshiped by our lineage; it is fitting that you should please her. Supreme bliss will spread through every direction when you worship and have her worshiped.
“No elaborate chanting, austerity, restraint, singing, or music is needed; simply fold your hands and plead, for her guileless nature melts at once. She destroys affliction in every way,” says Moda’s song—“we tell you this sincerely. Fall at her feet in humble devotion; do not provoke her anger by delay.”
The Lord smiles and asks, “What sort of goddess is this, sitting with her face concealed? How will I know whether she is angry or pleased unless she reveals her form? This power of illusion lies within my perception, yet she shows me not a single limb. Do not keep me in such deception; I shall not bathe without seeing you.”
Excellent Rama seizes the end of her veil, and the women snatch it away. “See how fortunate this servant-maid is—she has planted both feet upon his chest! Doe-eyed one, what could we possibly do to you? We have not come to trick you.” Laughing softly, Anavallabha’s companions touch the beloved’s feet.
Pada 101
“Come, all four bridegrooms, let us gamble and set a wager. If you win, I shall go with you to Ayodhya, casting aside worldly shame and family reserve in my eagerness to accompany my beloved. But if you lose, give my brother an auspicious wedding and marry him to your own sister!
Smiling and smiling, they polish the cowries in their hands, guard their respective stakes, and steep themselves in delicious delight.