WHAT or whom shall we ask for but thee, O thou who fillest the globe and the universe? Who else knows how to fulfil our heart’s desires ? What of other princes and kings ? There is none other in the three worlds that grants liberation, none that saves us but thou. When we think upon thy name and form, sin and fever run away in fear, desire is destroyed. Hari, this name of thine is truly called such in the Puranas, for it drives away death and re-incarnation from those they have seized. Why should I waste my speech ? It is fruitless for me to praise any other than thee. O thou that destroyest the world, the great serpent is wearied with describing thee. Let my spirit repose in confidence at thy feet; it is vain to ask for aught else. Thy title, “ Lord of the humble,* 1 is justified in the eyes of men; thou hast saved many a humble, many a guilty, many a sinful man. Tuka dwells at tby feet; preserve him, O God! I ask that I may serve thee.