I offer my obeisances to that supreme thief, Lord Hari, who is the best of all thieves. He steals the butter from the houses of the damsels of Vrajabhumi. He steals all the garments of the damsels of Vrajabhumi. He is famous for His act of stealing. Such a great thief! He takes everything from those who take shelter of His Lotus feet. He even steals their mind. If one only hears His name He takes away all their sinful reactions. O, great thief! Stealing all of our assets, bank balance, money, land, property, prestige, fame, senses, mind, heart, and everything! Where are You running? I will catch hold of You! I will bind You with this rope of love! Where will you go now great thief, running away and taking everything? You are bound up with this very strong rope of love! You cannot run away!