So very diverse being my desires,
Like the crawling worm
I leave one and grasp another;
Possessed of a vacuous mind like that
I have not articulated Thy Grace;
Only duality I know a bit;
If someone uttered a word of a sudden,
My heart leaps to proclaim it louder
Than my ears heard it,
The flame from my stomach pit
Leaps to my heart
Lacking the power to know the inscrutable.
Like those affected by madness, I babble.
How to know the path of liberation?
How to look upon pleasure and pain
With indifference?
Yet, my Master!
I held my faith in that one Word you taught me
As the beacon light on top of hill.
Oh! Mantra Guru! Oh, Yoga Tantra Guru!
Mauna Guru that comes in the line of Mula the Holy!