O Lord, You smiled in the decoration dark mark of my eyes, I do not know in which full
moon. Even after coming, You hid, with the delusion of liila’, Your illusive game. O
Hari, I am unable to understand, even though knowing, when devotees, after leaving all
call You. Perhaps You do not want to come into the folds, due to fear of getting lost, and
You do not want that anyone should get frenzied by getting in the charming mental casket.