O Lord, You remain in light and shade. In front of the mountains and behind the forest, in
posture of thunder, You smile. O the Formless Lord, You are the foundation of forms.
Remaining without attributes, You are collection of all attributes. With infinite
existence, glow and bliss, You have oscillated the heaven. In Your Universe no one is
stationary. All dance in Your flow of mercy. By tinkling the ankle bell, with its sound
You pour the flow of vitality.