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34 With little effort can anything come? The water flows past the weak embankment. But he that is strong wins freedom by violence, freedom in his triple life. Unless one actually thrusts his finger in your eyes, Mother, you never see, never judge.

Feet that Śiva longs for, these in your fear you have given to Mahishāsura! He who holds a sword can make you hear him! Fearing for your life, you have become his everlasting refuge.

Rāmprasād will be satisfied if he but win your grace. Leaving aside the Nine Senses, worship the Feet of Śyama.

'''VII. THE WORSHIPPER COMPLAINS OF THE INEQUALITY OF LOTS'''

Let us have a word or two about the problem of suffering. Let us talk about suffering, Tārā, let me express my mind.

Some say that you are humble and full of kindness.

Yes, Mother, to some you have given wealth, horses, elephants, charioteers, conquest. And the lot of others is field labour, with rice and vegetables.