Standing in the path of bhakti,
Circumambulating the world
Of nine continents in devout pilgrimage;
Bathing in seas
And plunging into rivers;
Standing in penance amidst roaring flames
With neither food nor water;
Quelling the gnawing hunger
With withered leaves, water and air;
Sitting in silentness;
Retreating in inaccessible caves;
Purifying the ten nadis;
Sending up the kundalini fire with prana
Into the moon's circle
And containing them there;
Oh! Thou, the Primal Source of Siddhanta Mukti!
Oh! Chinmayananda Guru! Oh! Dakshinamurti
That is seated high on the hilltop of Sivagiri!