Poem 3

In plain words

If You throw me into Māyā like this again and again, I will tell Rādhā and make a scene; if You keep me fast in hardships like these, I will let Your devotees know and take away Your good name; if even now You do not fulfil my wish, I will tell the gopīs and raise an uproar; if You keep testing me like this, never looking at me, I will make my plea to our mother Yaśodā. That I would leave You, whatever You do to me, is a lie three times over, son of Nanda! Not even in a dream will I let go of Your feet; look upon me and make me Yours, O lotus-eyed One.