The sky is the azure salver,
The sun and moon are thy lamps,
The stars are thy scattered pearls,
The sandal forests are thy incense,
And the breeze is thy fan.
These, along with the flowers of vegetation
Are laid as offerings at thy feet(1)
O Destroyer of Fear,
What other worship can be compared
To nature's own festival of lights,
While the divine music resounds within?
-Pause-
Thousand are thine eyes, yet thou hast no eyes;
Thousand are thy forms, yet thou hast no form;
Thousand are thy lotus feet, and yet thou hast no feet;
Thousand are thy noses to smell, yet thou hast no nose.
I am enchanted with thy play.(2)
It is the light which lives in every heart,
And thy light which illumines every soul.
It is only through the Guru's teachings
That the light comes to be shown.
Whatever is pleasing to thee,
That is the true worship.(3)
My soul yearns for the honey of Thy lotus feet.
Night and day I am athirst for thee.
I am like that bird who cries, "Peeoo, Peeoo,"
Waiting to receive the drop of water
Which is the nectar of Thy kindness,
So that I may live in the ecstasy of Thy Name.(4)