In assembly of devotees safe you’d think,
Transcendental talk for the ears to drink.
But even here find that they will annoy,
Their politics and gossip take away your joy.
But not Tulsidas, my dearest friend,
His nectarean poems my troubles to end.
Through him God I can see,
So consider how superior is he.
In times of trouble to my friend I go,
Waiting to warm my heart ever so.