My mind that frisked like a lamb, I sacrificed.
No more the evil gods of karma for me.
To Thee who is the God of Peace
Filled with the purity of Void
I have become the sole serf.
With love as the consecrating waters for Thy worship,
With life as the outstretched oblation,
With prana as the flaming incense and light -
Thus have I dedicated my worship,
Not for once, but as constant performance.
Oh! Thou, Mass of Ambrosia
That has been distilled clear by Vedas!
Oh! The Liquid Syrup that has been distilled
From pure honey, sugar and diverse delicious juices!
Oh! Rapture that does not satiate!
Oh! Thou Goodly Love that comes to commingle,
Slowly piercing the darkness of the intellect.
Thou, the God of Compassion Fullness
That dances in rapture in the chit sabha