This is bliss, This is bliss, This is bliss, I proclaim The real happiness lies in the chant of Lord's name. One should be on the banks of river of life firm like rocks along, One should be a powerful bow in the midst of the strong. One should softly adore Lord's greatness in heart within, Be like a lump of sugar to his kith and kin One should keep correcting wisely his body and mind. And pay respects to the great and sages kind. One should be like fish in the Madhva philosophy ocean, And be pure in his practice of the Triple Expression”. One should ever be alert to grasp knowledge that abound, And think of Lord (Sri Hari) night and day around. One should pay respects to the servants of the Lord, Purnadar Vittala the God of this world.
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