Knowing not that advaita
Is the goal worthy of attainment,
Will I, like the obdurate men of mind
Filled with demoniac I-ness
Be tortured again and again?
Oh! Thou, that is Purity! Perfect Fullness!
Blemishlessness! Pervasiveness! Autogenous!
Whom the Saktis of Bliss Manifestness leave not!
Thou, that profuse yieldeth the ripe fruit of Divine Grace!