In the distant illusion of maya a melody floats.
You oscillate in the swing of songs.

You poured charm in the sky,
in the underworld, in fire and in air.
Nobody is alien to You.
None is far away.
All are Your own and close to You.
You are in all minds and all are in Your mind.
Through Your charming illusive game,
You create the world.

The melody which has no beginning or end
is Your beginningless, blissful consciousness.
Amidst restless waves,
You are ever tranquil.
You are realised by love.