The sky is the azure salver,
The sun and moon are Thy lamp,
The stars are Thy scattered pearls.
The sandal forests are Thy incense,
And the breeze is Thy fan.
These, along with the flowers of vegetation,
Are laid as offerings at Thy feet.
What other worship can be compared to
Nature's own Festival of Lights,
While the Divine Music resounds within.
Thousand are Thine eyes, yet Thou has no eyes;
Thousand are Thy forms, and yet Thou has no form;
Thousand are Thy lotus-feet, and yet Thou has no feet;
I am enchanted with Thy play.
It is the Light which lives in every heart,
And Thy Light which illumines every soul.
It is only through the Guru's teachings
that the Light can be shown.
Whatever is pleasing to Thee, that is the True Worship.
And my soul yearns for the honey...
And my soul yearns for the honey...of Thy lotus-feet.
Night and day I am athirst for Thee.
I am like the bird who cries: Peeoo, Peeoo,
Waiting to receive the drop of water
which is the nectar of your kindness,
So that I may live in the ecstacy...
So that you may live in the ecstacy...
So that we may live in the ecstacy...of Thy Name.
