This expressed great universe
swings below Your feet.
It moves from beyond the world of form
to that of formlessness.

The tinkling of Your ankle bells
brings rhythm to my heart.
It arouses from the unknown
and floats off unto the unknown.

O unseen Lord,
Your flow can be comprehended
by neither science nor philosophy.

In Your contemplation,
all lose themselves and become expressionless.
They lose themselves in an effort to attain You.

O vastest entity,
You are beyond
attributes, bondages and thoughts.

Thinking about You,
the lives of all go by,
in meditation, listening and contemplation.
O Lord,
You exist in the world only.