Our destiny and those past deeds of ours
That called for payment, all
Are auspicious now. So set we forth
To seek that further bank, Release.
That which, erst sprung from the Essential Source,
Would merge itself within that Source again.
We turn a deaf ear to the world's entanglement.
Quickly we learned to sift the false and true;
For all our heart was filled with Hari, Lord.
From out the formless came the embodied forth,
Now Infinite and Finite, joined, are one.
Those motions of the mind that hold desire,
And those that feel it not, alike must be
The sport of Vishnu. Mukta Bai, whose heart
Is set on Freedom, and who, free herself,
Stands on the bank, Release, she, sir, can see
Vaikunth himself in all things through and through.