Poem 413

In plain words

Playing cards with relish through that night: does spending it so make it a vigil? The fishermen at the tank, for the fish, lying in wait with fixed gaze: does that become Mukti? Drinking arrack till one forgets one's own body: does that alone become supreme absorption? Angry with his wife, lying down without food: does every such man become one who fasts? Only when the thought is kept on You alone is it there; without even a little Bhakti, is there Mukti! What else than this shall I make known, you good people, members of this assembly, honoured for your virtues!