What for are You residing within my mind, tell me.

I am unable to hide any thought from You.
What torture is this!

It is difficult to understand Your liila,
the divine play.
It is very deep,
and as immeasurable as the ocean.

Whenever I go to measure it,
my whole existence becomes lost,
floating in consciousness.

O Lord of the divine play,
if You do not want to appear to me,
then tell me,
what it is You want.

Knowing Your wish,
I shall be contented.
Do not You know that?