Thou, great King of triple eyes,
That eternal sitteth with the Four (Rishis)
Under the wild banyan tree,
Wearing the silentness that is ambrosial;
Unless Thou grant me
The silent trance of Bliss
With heart that melteth in love for Thee,
My sigh will verily be my last breath,
The dananjayan *[1] that lingereth before death.
FootNotes:
[1] The last of the ten vayus (airs) to quit the dying body.