I have been wandering in error under the influence of your illusive power and that is why I failed to recognize my Lord.

In the first place, I am dull-witted and deluded, perverse of heart and ignorant, and then you, too, my Blessed Lord, friend of the humble, forgot me.

Although, master, my faults are many, yet let not the servant be cast into oblivion by the Lord. The soul, O Lord, is deluded by your illusive power and can be released only by your grace.

On top of it, I swear by Raghubira, I know no devotional song, nor any other means (of pleasing you). It is because of his confidence in his master that a servant feels quite carefree as does a child that trusts its mother. A master needs must take care of his servant.’

So saying, he fell at the Lord’s feet much agitated; his heart was overwhelmed with love and he revealed his natural (monkey) form. Raghunatha then raised him and clasped him to his bosom, and soothed him with streams of tears from his own eyes.

‘Listen, monkey,’ he said; ‘be not depressed at heart; you are twice as dear to me as Lakshmana. Although I am said to be like-minded toward all beings, yet a devotee is particularly dear to me because he looks to none other for salvation.

And he alone, Hanuman, is exclusively devoted to me who is steadfast in his conviction that he is the servant and the Lord the master, whose form is the entire creation, the moving and the unmoving.