O Lord, beloved of all, and cannot be obtained by effort, Your Victory banner flies.
Atoms, molecules, cosmos and dust all go on singing Your glory always. During sleep
dream, rest and awakened state, You are associated individually and collectively, day and
night, O Lord. Your Greatness and glory of attributes, is filled as resonance within and
beyond time. I am seated beside the path with folded hands, searching for Your moving
chariot. That brings vibrations in the life of devotees, illuminating heaven and the three
arenas.