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Oh dear! I have got the jewel like name of Rāma. My preceptor has given me an immaculate entity and He has accepted me out of benevolence.
I have achieved the eternal treasure of Rāma name and I have lost everything else in the mundane world. This treasure does not diminish by spending, and a thief cannot steal it. It increases five-fourth times each day.[2—3]
My preceptor has crossed the ocean of metempsychosis by using the boat like name of Rāma. The Lord of poetess Mīrā, is Kṛṣṇa, Who lifted Mount Govardhana1, and Who is naughty. Mīrā sings His glories with immense happiness.[4—5]
1 Kṛṣṇa, as a small child, lifted Mount Govardhana to save the village of Vraja from thunder-clouds and rain. The rain and clouds were messenger of Indra who was preparing an attack on Kṛṣṇa owing to his foolishness.
Translator: Animesh Kumar
Submitter: Animesh Kumar
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