O Lord, I feel honored by vertue of You. I have merged the stream of life for Your work
within You. The world is puppet of Your game. You are uncomparable from all objectivities.
The stars and planets rotate oscillating, looking towards You, O Dear. You are the Shiva
Maha’deva of ancient time, and Krsna, Va’sudeva of the medieval time. You apply
ointment on the injuries of all. And play game charming all.