''Your condition and my condition are one'' -
Thus told, in a state of confusion am I.
Egoity that does not show form
Is like darkness that hides from light;
Revealing not its true form, it shrivels.
The ocean of pleasure and pain
That heaves by karmas twine
Becomes calm.
The visible world
That appears so diverse and real
By nonexistent maya
Loses its reality of presence.
Then doth Thou,
Pervasive, Ancient dawn on High
And appear as Fullness of Bliss
With neither beginning nor middle nor end.
Do Thou grant me the Grace
That I stand in my pristine state
And may that Grace Form
Forever, forever be for me!
Oh! Thou the Pervasive Being
That is Life of life
Of this world and next!