Bhojaprabandha 46_139

46_139

'Your Majesty, we have no single land. We wander the entire realm of the earth. We dwell in the instruction of our guru. We see the whole world like a myrobalan fruit in the palm of our hand. Father, one who is bitten by a snake, agitated by poison, seized by disease, whose head is split by a weapon, or whose body is slackened by death—we free them in that very moment from the entire mass of affliction.'