O Lord, You were in unexpressed state, arose vibration, and by illusive game, liila’
created this world. I am unable to find the beginning, there is no limit of the end. In
that ocean of consciousness You floated. The initial Creation, eternal, dormant
consciousness within nonliving, Only One Hari, concentration of sweet flow, eternal, and
ancient. You gave feet to all, and shelter even to sinners. You never kept discrimination
feelings and created this world by Your game, liila’. The honey bathed moonlight, deep
ocean, the earnestness of the meager white ant and sharp intellect, within all You are
present, from time immemorial, O beyond time, You came down within periphery of time.