O most beautiful one!
You are vibrant in the ashoka and palash trees,
You are vibrant in grass,
in the chirping of birds,
in the solitude of forests,
in the murmur of the stream,
O most charming one!

In the deep blue dress of the distant blue sky,
in the dawn of eastern sky,
in the game of colours,
in the festival of sweetness,
and on the bank of the ocean,
You ever radiate.

Who can hold You,
O Lord,
when You are immeasurable and unlimited?

You come within our reach by Your grace only.
O, one unobservable by voice and mind!