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suffer. Beautiful as a myriad Loves is Bihari ; and Pleasure and all 

 delights dwell in his presence (the lords of Sri Hari Das are Syama and 

 Kunj -bihari), be ever contemplating his manifold aspects. 



4. Worship Hari, worship Hari, nor desert him out of regard for thy 

 mortal body. Covet not, covet not the least particle of wealth. It will 

 come to you unsought, as naturally as one eyelid drops upon the other. 

 Says Sri Hari Das, as comes death, so comes wealth, of itself : or like 

 death, so is wealth — an evil. 



Bag Bildvali. 



5. O Hari, there is no such destroyer as I am, and no such restorer 

 as thou art : * betwixt me and thee there is a contest. Which wins or loses 

 there is no breaking of the condition. Thy game of illusion is wide-spread 

 in diverse ways ; saints are bewildered by it and myriads are led astray. 

 Says Hari Das, I win, thou losest, but there is no change in thy love. 



6. O ye faithful, this is a good election : waver not in mind ; enter 

 into yourselves in contemplation and be not stragglers. Wander not from 

 house to house, nor be in doubt as to your own father's door. Says Sri 

 Hari Das, what is God's doing, is fixed as Mount Sumeru has become. 



7. Set your affection on the lotus-eyed, in comparison with whose 

 love all love is worthless ; or on the conversation of the saints : that so the 

 sin of your soul may be effaced. The love of Hari is like the durable dye 

 of the madder ; but the love of the world is like a stain of saffron that 

 lasts only for two days. Says Hari Das, set your affection on Bihari, and 

 he knowing your heart will remain with you for ever. 



8. A straw is at the mercy of the wind, that blows it about as it will 

 and carries it whither it pleases. So is the realm of Brahma, or of Siva, or 

 this present world. Says Sri Hari Das : this is my conclusion, I have seen 

 none such as Bihari. 



9. Man is like a fish in the ocean of the world, and other living 

 creatures of various species are as the crocodiles and alligators, while the 

 soul like the wind spreads the entangling net of desire. Again, avarice is 

 as a cage, and the avaricious as divers, and the four objects of life as the 

 four doors of the cage. Says Hari Das, those creatures only can escape 

 who ever embrace the feet of the son of bliss. 



10. ^ Fool, why are you slothful in Hari's praises ? Death goeth 

 about with his arrows ready. He heedeth not whether it be in season or 

 out of season, but has ever his bow on his shoulder. What avail heaps of 



* For a similar expression of the same sentiment compare the following lines of 

 Stir Das: Mere pdpan so, Sari, hari hau- Main gar ua, turn men bal thora, ndhahk hi 

 pichimari hau. < Hari, you are vanquished by my sinfulness ; I am so heavy and 

 you so slight, that you get badly thrown.' 



