O Lord, You move through the three arenas, and reside within the minds of the devotees
You are the King of my mental Vrnda’van. O taking the form of formless, remover of
worldly fears, all the living beings dance around You. How many times I came, how much I
smiled and cried, and performed Your work, moving within You. Sometimes I am successful
sometimes failed too, with pride and hurt ego I plundered at Your feet. Yet the movement
did not stop, I did not forget You, even today my search for You goes on. From One to
many, You are collection of many, making nearest of own, You go on enjoying. O Eternal
Ancient Purus’a, ever new, not knowing or knowing the limited and unlimited, I worship
You.