Thou standeth as the Life of life
Of countless species of lives.
Thou art the abiding source of Bliss.
Thou art beyond the reach of measuring.
Thou art the intelligence
That sparkles separate in beings all.
Thou art the Real-Unreal
That knows no beginning and end.
Thou the God of the Temple of Grace!
That I may not in distress be
Like the deer that had strayed from the flock
Thou seated me among Thine beloved devotees
And elevated me.
Oh! Thou the Most Elevated of all!
The solid essence of Blissfruit,
That of itself ripened
In the tree of Grace Divine!