When I meditate on you, O Lord, what harm can others do to me? What can they achieve by their jealousy when I am surrounded by your boundless mercy and when I repeat your name constantly?
Do ants lay siege to fire? Will the dust that a scampering horse throws up envelop the sun? Is there anything that can go against one who has patience? Will the mountain tremble when the wind blows? If a thief tries to break open and seize the money which he sees in a mirror, can he get hold of it?
From market to market ’tis needless to run; The shops know it not, the bazaar can have none. My candy, you see, is the name of Vishnu, So sweet to the tongue that gives praise as is due.