Verse 24

²⁴Master, I want none of it anywhere, not where the wine of your lotus feet is missing, the wine that falls from the mouths of the greatest out of the inside of their hearts. Give me ten thousand ears. That is the boon I ask. ²⁵You whose renown is highest, that breeze, carrying drops of the nectar of your lotus feet and falling from the mouths of the great, gives their memory back to poor yogins like us, who have forgotten the road to what is real. Enough of boons. ²⁶You whose fame is fair, if a man hears your kind fame even once, by chance, in the company of the noble, how could one who knows what quality is ever stop, unless he were a beast? It is the fame that Sri herself chose, wanting to gather your qualities in.

²⁷So let me worship you, best of all Persons, the house of every quality, as eager as she who holds the lotus. And may there be no quarrel between the two of us, rivals for one lord, both of us tuned to your feet alone. ²⁸Lord of the world, in the thing I have set my heart on there could be trouble with the mother of the world. You are tender to the poor and make much of what is small; and you take your delight in your own state alone: what is she to you? ²⁹For this very reason the good worship you, in whom the whole rising confusion of maya and the strands has been cast off. Bhagavan, apart from the remembering of your feet, we know no other reason the good could have.

³⁰I think that word of yours bewilders the worlds, when you tell one who worships you to choose a boon. If a man were not tied by the cord of your speech, how would he go on working again, bewildered? ³¹Lord, people are cut apart by your maya, and knowing nothing they ask for something other than you, who are the truth itself. As a father himself does what is good for a child, so you alone should decide what is good for us.