Verse 39

³⁹A curse on our birth, on our threefold knowledge, a curse on our vow, on all we have learned, a curse on our family, a curse on our skill in the rites — since we have turned our faces from the one beyond the reach of the senses. ⁴⁰Surely the maya of the Bhagavan confuses even yogins, since we, who teach other men, are confused about our own good, brahmins. ⁴¹Look at the love these women have for Krsna, the teacher of the world, love that has no end to it — it cut through the cords of death that go by the name of home. ⁴²They have had no consecration of the twice-born, no living with a teacher, no austerity, no inquiry into the self, no rules of purity, no rites for good fortune.

⁴³And even so they have a firm devotion to Krsna, whose renown is highest, the lord of the masters of yoga — and we have not, for all our consecration and the rest. ⁴⁴We were confused about our own good and heedless with our wanting of a household, and he, who is the way of the true, has reminded us — and did it with the words of cowherds. ⁴⁵For otherwise, what has he to do with us, who are only his to rule — he whose every wish is full, the lord of all blessings, aloneness among them? This was the Lord playing at needing something. ⁴⁶Sri leaves everyone else and serves him, hoping for even one touch of his feet, and by that is let off her own fault; that such a one should ask anything of anybody bewilders people.