Through this bright moonlit night,
who is that who came today,
making my mind oblivious of everything else?

Without fear of obstacles and adversities,
You move on the mental chariot.

O beginningless Consciousness,
You move on a path of endless journey,
sternly rejecting all reasoning.
With vital vibrations,
in the sweet mental garden,
You move on alone.

Your story, O Lord, never ends,
this unwritten history of the ages.
With rhythms and songs,
I keep singing Your glory,
the great understanding of which
takes place by Your mercy only.