O tiny dewdrop,
in you, the whole world lies reflected.
In you, the vast ocean can be recognised.

Within the small,
in decorations of atoms and molecules,
the great exists.

Nothing is there that can restrict attaining You.

In beauty, in attributes and in all actions,
in the silvery adornment of nebulas,
that lies surrounded by infinity,
at the terminal climax of dhyana and dharana,
You appear to us with countless rhythms.