O Hari of heaven, into my mental mirror You came showering grace. You came into the folds
of this poor man’s temple, O the dweller of heaven, full of illusive game, liila’. The
essence of essence of the world, You are the infinite ocean of love. O the merciful, the
intellect and intuition encircle around Your ankle bell. That You came into my life
producing experiences each moment. You are merged into the core of my mind. Whom shall I
tell all the events?