How many divine games do You go on playing?
Who can understand the mystery behind all these?
You dance in the flow of Your liila.
And that same flow makes everyone else dance too.

Right from the beginningless past,
You self emanate Yourself in the stream of ideation.
With quiver, individually and collectively,

You are the effulgent and figurative expression.

Will this unit mind, by dint of its own strength,
ever be able to understand You,
O Lord?
I shall nonetheless remain engaged in Your work,
with whatever strength You have granted me.