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॥ अथ अष्टमोवकाशः ॥ ॥ हरि गीत छन्द ॥ पर ब्रह्म भक्ति विहार अमृत सिंधु सो नहिं कहि परे हनुमान शिव सनकादि शुक हम आदि कोटिन मुख करैं जिमि मेघ चातक सीप रट इक बुन्द लहि आनंद भरैं जिमि क्षुधित सुरतरु तृषित सुरसरि उदर भरि पुनि कहँ धरैं ॥१॥ जिमि कृपिन कंचन मेरु लहि नहिं उठत तहाँ कछु लै मरै सुनि पुलक श्रुति तन भाव सखि जल नयन मन आनंद धरै जेहि सिंधु पार न पंच गज जे भक्ति महि तर नहिं टरैं तेहि रामचरण पपील पंगुल रास रस कैसे तरैं ॥२॥ ॥ दोहा ॥ नभग नाथ लघु चींटि गज सुरसरि हरि यश पाइ अमृत दीर्घ करै पान करि सब के तृषा बुझाइ ॥१॥ सरि त्रिशंकु रविजादि मिलि गंग अग्र फल एक हरि मिलि भाषा संस्कृत हरत पाप अविवेक ॥२॥ इति रसमालिकायां बोधशास्त्रे वक्ताति रसार्णव दर्शनं नाम अष्टमोवकाशः ॥८॥
Fresh English translation
The eighth avakāśa declares that the nectar-ocean of the Supreme Brahman's devotional sport cannot be told, even if Hanumān, Śiva, Sanaka, Śuka, the poet, and millions of mouths attempt it. A cloud, rain-bird, and pearl-oyster are fulfilled by a single drop; a hungry person beneath a wish-tree and a thirsty one at the divine Gaṅgā can fill the belly but cannot carry the whole abundance away. A miser who finds a golden Meru cannot lift it and dies taking almost nothing. Hearing of this ocean, the companions' bodies bristle, tears fill their eyes, and joy enters their minds. Even five mighty elephants cannot cross that ocean if they do not remain upon the ground of bhakti; how then can the ant-like, lame Rāmacaraṇa cross the rasa of rāsa? The dohas say that the lord of the sky, the tiny ant, the elephant, and the divine river all receive Hari's praise; drinking its long draught of nectar quenches every thirst. Rivers associated with Triśaṅku, the solar line, and others meet the Gaṅgā and bear one fruit; likewise vernacular and Sanskrit meet in Hari, dispelling sin and ignorance. Thus ends the eighth avakāśa, named 'Vision of the Ocean of Rasa,' in the teaching-text Rasamālikā.