Thy Form is Bliss Knowledge.
Thy Temple Golden is the heart of Thy goodly devotees.
Thus in rapture
Thou danceth in the arena of space.
Oh! Thou, the celestial Kalpaka Tree!
Unless I reach the cool shades of Thy golden Feet,
The sinner that I am, hath chance none
Of escaping the horrors
Of this scorching sun of worldly maya.