You hide in my mind.
My mind is unable to locate You.

O object of my meditation,
You exist in all the minds of the world.

Places of pilgrimage are unable to bind You.

The prayers and the elucidation of Your attributes
fail to attune themselves to Your melody.

O unperceivable Lord beyond the world,
You swing the illusory creation.

You are present in all living beings,
You exist in all thought processes.

You remain expressed equally
within the minutest
as well as within the great cosmos.

You are the ever new divinity
that spreads from a blade of grass
to the greatest of beings.

In Your mind,
the intellect of minds becomes lost.