If you think I'm powerless,
Yes I am;
But only to the force of Ranchod,
Who makes me calm.

If you think I'm a broker,
Yes I am;
The broker of iniquity,
With the blessing from Kesava's palm.

If you think I spin my head,
Yes but to break my wall;
To seek the blessings I want,
From my beloved Gopal.