In plain words
Do we carry the pieces away? No; we leave them right there. Lorries, buses, cars and people tread on those pieces in every way, and at long last it turns back into clay. ‘To go back to where it was born is the nature of every living being.’ All these pots came from clay itself. At long last they forgot their own forms and joined the clay again. So: ‘Where have you come from? Where must you go?’ You need not ask anyone. Go back to where you came from! Purandaradāsa says, ‘Only through forgetting You did I come and fall onto this earth. Had I not forgotten You, I would not have been born here. Forgetting You is itself the root cause of my being born here. Can You not sustain me? Who waters and protects the tree that springs up on the rock at the top of the hill? It is all You!’ Even if we plant a sapling in our compound and put on it every day the manure it needs, it does not grow. But how safely the tree on the hill grows! ‘That is the grace of God, Swami! Who put so many colours on the peacock? You set a red beak on the green parrot. How beautiful it is! Who put on this paint? It is all Yours. Why should I become poor. O Śrīnidhi! As long as You are at my side, why should I become poor? You alone teach me learning. You alone teach me good sense, noblest one...! The eight ornaments in the box are what You gave! Even if the sky comes down and crashes on my head, I shall not fear. For everything, You are there. While You are with me, in my home, at my side, why should I have this fear? I need not go anywhere. The faith that You are with me must come. For one who has that faith there is no fear of any kind. There is no want of any kind. No poverty of any kind comes. For while You Yourself, the Śrīnidhi, are my support, what fear have I? You alone are doing everything. I am a toy to play with.’ In this way we must go on carrying out our duty.