I worship Thee not in any form -
For, when I seek to gather
The flowers for Thine worship
I see Thee seated in the flower
And my heart dare not pluck it.
Or, when I raise my hands folded for worship,
My heart shrinks from it,
For there you are already seated.
When I bow, it is but half-hearted.
Am I fit to worship Thee?
Oh! Thou the Sky and the rest of elements!
Oh! Nadam! Oh! Vedam! Oh! Vedantam!
Oh! Fame Supreme!
Oh! The Seed in the Land of Fame!
Oh! The Germ of that Seed!
Oh! Apple of my eye! My fond thoughts!
Oh! My number and my letter!
Oh! Mauna Form that is my redemption!
Thou, the God of Compassion Fullness
That dances in rapture in the chit sabha
Defying description!