O Lord,
embodiment of the cosmic game,
You have tied me with the thread of love.

Your bondage provides rescue from thoughts,
and is impossible to forget,
O embodiment of consciousness.

You exist as fragrance in flowers
and keep oscillating within rhythms and songs.
You are present as the origin of acceleration in speed
and remain ever merged rhythmically.

From the origin of beginninglessness,
to the accomplishment of endlessness,
in the depths of knowledge of existence,
You remain eternally awake,
O embodiment of effulgence.