I am tying on your hand this Raksha, with which the most powerful and generous King Bali himself was bound; O Raksha, don't go away; don’t go away. Yena baddho balee raajaa daanavendro mahaabalah; Tena twaam anubadhnaami rakshey maa chala maa chala
Can any lock keep love confined within, When the loving heart's tiny tears escape and confess it? The unloving belong only to themselves, But the loving belong to others to their very bones.