The sky and the air are the essence of nectar.
The call of the dark clouds
produces sweetness in my heart.

The paincajanya conch is blowing.
What a sweet melody of dance and song!
What a flood of effulgence in my heart!

I have lost all sense of direction,
listening to the call of the Supreme.

Who is calling me off and on
to an unknown land,
with such sweet song?

After the darkness, such effulgence!

Suddenly my whole being is soothed and calm
and my heart is filled with that inner sound.

Central idea:
Paramapuruśa, who is also known as Lord, Krs'n'a, has come so
close to me, and I am listening to the sweet music of His flute. This flute sound of
Paramapuruśa, this internal sound is the om'ka'ra sound. Because of my coming in close
proximity to His divine presence I hear that divine sound, and I find that the sky, the
air, and everything of this universe has been filled with divine nectar and charged with
divine fervour. I hear that cosmic sound of that cosmic flow. Now there is nothing left to
be attained everything has been attained.