O Lord, in the depth of my mind, You are ever awake. Without any consideration of time and
date and without a pause, whatever You want, You continue doing. The whole universe is a
ball for Your play. You are the immortal and nondecaying smiling kinshuk flower. Those
who are under influence of intense infatuation, You want to awaken them. In flow of
astonishing game, liila’, You are frenzied. Even if almost impossible, You are the
desired desideratum of all minds, thus all want to hold on to their life each moment. You
dance within the mirror of ma’ya’, the illusion, amidst mountains, ocean, homes, hills
and gardens.