Poem – Written In Her French Psalter

No crooked leg, no bleared eye,

No part deformed out of kind, 

Nor yet so ugly half can be

As is the inward suspicious mind. 

Poem – Oh Fortune

Oh, Fortune! how thy restlesse wavering state

Hath fraught with cares my troubled witt!

Witnes this present prisonn, whither fate

Could beare me, and the joys I quitt.

Thou causedest the guiltie to be losed

From bandes, wherein are innocents inclosed:

Causing the guiltles to be straite reserved,

And freeing those that death had well deserved.

But by her envie can be nothing wroughte,

So God send to my foes all they have thoughte.
signed – A. D. MDLV.

Elizabethe, Prisonner. 

Poem – Saints, We are the Traders of Rama’s Name

Saints, we are the traders of Rama’s name!

Merchants from distant villages come to us

Saints, we are the traders of Rama’s name!

Our goods happen to be modest and to everyone’s taste;

All castes come to us for purchase.

Saints, we are the traders of Rama’s name!
Unlimited are our assets;

Why should we deal merely in millions or billions?

It is pure musk, buy it if you want-its sure bargain!

Saints, we are the traders of Rama’s name!
To enter the name of Laxmi’s beloved in the ledger 

And jot down the name of Chaturbhuj in a chit – that’s Narsaiyya’s job!

Saints, we are the traders in Rama’s name! 

Poem – Recite O Parrot King Rama’s Name 

Recite O parrot King Rama’s name! Sati Sita instructs.

Dangling the cage near her, she makes him rehearse.

‘ I will have green bamboo shoots fetched,

I will make a pretty cage and deck it with exquisite jewels!

Recite O parrot King Rama’s name!’ Sati Sita instructs.
O parrot! I will have delicious bread crumble made for you

And I will serve you with sugar and ghee!

What else, O parrot will I order for you?

Recite O parrot King Rama’s name!’ Sati Sita instructs.
Yellow are his wings, pale his feet and a black band decks his throat

O with his own little tune, he worships Narsaiyya’s Lord!

Recite O parrot King Rama’s name! Sati Sita instructs.