O Lord, You came through light and merged in the feelings. You are the most revered and
the dearest. You reside in veins nerve endings and arteries, accept the salutations of my
each atom and molecule. O the own amidst nearest, base of all, You are ocean of mercy but
without any foundation Yourself. The materialized store of unlimited affection, You are
the Controller of the intuition, unlimited. From Cosmos to the blade of grass, is Your
liila’, the illusive game. Through feelings , individually and collectively, You perform
the play. Amidst the unity of the world, You are the sweet series of ornament. O the Most
Revered, even after knowing, I am unable to recognise You.