No proofreaders or writers,
No machines or editors.
Just from the knowledge in his brain,
And devotion to Lord of Raghu’s fame.
Came writings of greatest wealth,
Of charming rhymes for hearts to melt.
Moving here and there, living under a tree,
In glorifying God of motives was free.
Poured heart and soul, world to do the rest,
Still pleases today, passing time’s test.
For his successes I am very proud,
Tulsi is my life, I proclaim it loud.
Of Shri Rama whatever I can write,
Due entirely to Goswami’s might.
To follow divine love giving me the confidence,
I humbly go on forgetting never his brilliance.