THE ESOTERIC KNOWLEDGE
Kindly pay attention to me; then you will become deserving of great bliss. I promise this, please give heed. I do not speak this out of pride, but I am entreating you out of affection in this audience of all-knowing persons to listen to me. Since I have rich parents like you, I am assured of the fulfillment of all my fond wishes and desires. The arbors of bliss are blooming through the coolness shed by your glances and tired that I am, I am resting under full-grown cool shade of your grace. O saints, you are a pool of nectar-like happiness, from which we receive moisture of your grace, as we desire. If I feel shy of entreating you, how shall I get peace of mind (1-5)? When the child begins to lisp or walk with a limping gate, the mother admires it and become delighted. I am soliciting your favor with great ardor, so that I can receive the affection of holy men like you. Compared to my ability to speak, listeners are all - knowing. It is like teaching a child of the Goddess of learning to write on a slate. How can the glow-worm, however big, show itself off before the sun? What dishes can you serve along with nectar? Who will fan the moon to keep her cool or sing before the unmanifested sound or adorn the ornaments (6-10)? What should the fragrance smell, where should the sea bathe, and where can the akasha find shelter with its big expanse? Who has got the eloquence, which will arrest your attention, and make you say with joy 'What a fine discourse! But can one not wave the wick light before the sun, which illumines the world, or offer a handful of water as an oblation to the sea? O saints poor that I am, I offer my homage of words to you, who are images of Lord Shankara and request you to accept them as nirgudi leaves. When the child picks up food from its father's dish to feed him, the father willingly moves his mouth forward to have it from its hand (11-15). If I, therefore, take a little liberty with you out of childlike innocence, I hope you will bear it willingly out of affection. Since you bear me great affection and have accepted me as one of you, you will not feel the burden of my intimacy. When the calf pulls at the udder of its mother, the cow releases more milk, just so love gets and impetus from the anger of a beloved person.
Since I know that I have awakened your dormant grace by my childish prattle, I am emboldened to explain the Gita to you. Else has anyone been able to ripen moonlight under pressure, to give speed to the wind, or to cover up the sky (16-20)? As water cannot be diluted or butter churned, so my discourse feels shy of interpreting the Gita and turns back. What ability has I to explain in the local language the meaning of the Gita, which has eluded the words and baffled the Vedas? But I have made bold to do this in the hope that I shall endear myself to you by this courageous act. Now fulfil my desire by giving your attention, which cools like the moonlight and enlivens one like nectar. If your glance showers its grace upon me, then my intellect will reap an abundant harvest of the meaning of the Gita. But if you are indifferent, it will wither away the sprout of my knowledge (21-25). Please bear in mind that if you feed my eloquence with your attention, then my words will be able to bear the burden of explaining the doctrines of the Gita. Meaning will wait for the words to come out to leave its impress and intellect will flower into meaningful interpretation of the Gita. If there is perfect accord between the speaker and the audience, the mind becomes overfull with sentiments, and if the listeners do not pay attention, the sentiments get dried up. The moonstone oozes only with its contact with the moonlight; so the speaker cannot prove his worth without an audience. Does the cooked rice need to entreat the eater to relish it or must the puppets implore the thread-puller to make them dance (26-30)? The puppeteer makes them dance not for their sake, but to show his skill. But why should I bother about this? Then the Guru said, "Why do you say all this? We can read your thoughts. Now continue the story". Then Jnanadeva, the disciple of Nivritti, said with pleasure. And enthusiasm, "As you wish, My Master; I shall tell you what Lord Krishna said, please listen.
The blessed Lord said: