'Ananta' Is The Name Of My Infallible Medicine Poem by Narsinh Mehta

'Ananta' is the name of my infallible medicine,
Preferred only by the few fortunate ones!
If we stay near the Vaishanava, our reliable 'vaid',
The god of death won't dare close upon us!
' Ananta' is the name of my infallible medicine,
Preferred only by the few fortunate ones!

'Hari' cleanses my being 'Sanrangdhar' becomes my ginger
And the Indestructible One happens to be my 'ajmain' seeds!
Krishna is the herb, which cures, the sweet Dark One, my sugar,
And Rama, the remedial salt, is my rejuvenating compound!
'Ananta' is the name of my infallible medicine,
Preferred only by a few fortunate ones!

'Chaturbhuj' is my medicinal powder,
The Many Named One is my tested drug;
The pills, I make of Govind's name,
The dust from Hari's feet becomes my perfect cure!
Ananta is the name of my infallible medicine,
Preferred only by a few fortunate ones!

Such are the true medicines then! If only one takes them.
For they can beat back the swarming mosquitoes of Maya!
Lord of Yadus, the Deity of Yagna, graces me with such cures!
Play with the Narsaiyya's Lord,
So that the god of death comes not close to you!
Ananta is the name of my infallible medicine,
Preferred only by a few fortunate ones!