Time shall have no power over you, but mediate on me and worship me without ceasing.” I could never have tired of listening to my Lord’s ambrosial discourse; my body quivered all over and my soul was enraptured.

The joy I felt on the occasion was shared only by my mind and my ears; the tongue had no power to tell it. Only the eyes had the blissful experience of beholding the beauty of the Lord; but how could they describe it, devoid of speech as they are?

After he had thus instructed and comforted me, he began once more to sport like a child. With streaming eyes and looking somewhat cross, he glanced towards his mother (Kausalya) as if he were very hungry.

Seeing this, the mother started up in a hurry and ran and addressing him in tender words, clasped him to her bosom. Then taking him on her laps, she began to suckle him, singing the while of Raghunatha’s charming sports.

The men and women of the city of Ayodhya remained ever absorbed in that (transcendental) bliss, to attain which Tripurari, the blessed delighter of all, assumes his unsightly garb.

The wise and virtuous who have once realized even in a dream the least atom of that bliss, think nothing, O king of birds, of the bliss of the infinite Absolute.

After that I stayed for some time at Ayodhya and watched Rama’s delightful boyish amusements. Having by Rama’s grace obtained the boon of faith, I did homage to my Lord’s feet and returned to my own retreat.