Such, O Garuda, is the pastime of Raghunatha, a bewilderment to the demons but a delight to the faithful. Those who are dull-witted, victims of the pleasures of sense and slaves of passion, impute such infatuation to the Lord, my master.

He who has a defective vision or a jaundiced eye says that the moon is of a yellow colour; when a man has no sense of direction, O king of birds, he affirms that the sun has risen in the west.

A man who is sailing in a boat finds the world moving and deludes himself with the idea that he is motionless. Children in play spin round and round, but not the surrounding buildings, etc; yet they dub one another a liar (when told that their house and all are not spinning round).

To impute delusion to the Lord, O Garuda, is as gross a lie as this; never even in a dream is her really subject to ignorance. Those dull-witted wretches who are dominated by illusion and who have a thick mass of veils over their soul,

Foolishly and stubbornly raise doubts, laying their own ignorance on Rama.

Steeped in lust, anger, arrogance and greed and attached to their home, which is a picture of misery, how can such fools understand Raghunatha, fallen as they are into the depths of darkness (ignorance)?

The impersonal aspect of the Blessed Lord is easy to understand, but no one can comprehend the personal; even a sage’s soul is perplexed on hearing of his various exploits, at once simple and mysterious.