Those who want me, 
I never live away from them
I always live in their hearts
All the moments I surround them,
To the Bhaktas I submit.

How much torture I bear day and night.
I think much for them,
So that they may be free from sorrow and fright.

Money I don't want nor do I want honour,
I always want to see them virtuous
Ignorant people do not understand that
All in vain, my efforts and anxieties.
They blame the gods every moment
They do not think of their own faults,
I always pardon them hundreds of times
But the Gods keep anger in their hearts.  

– Sadhu Taracharan Paramhamsa Dev