Drab earth has become colorful,
Hey Master, at Your touch,
Gleefully with essence of ambrosia.
Everything appeared amid that which is ephemeral,
In a wink, hey Font of Consciousness and Bliss.
Hey Supreme Decorator, everyone's creator,
With the world's phenomena did You fashion.
For You there's no bondage of time or space,
And containers You shape ever with smiling face.[1]
Sky, air, and light, they had not been;
Of ocean and land there was no existence.
You alone had been these seven worlds,[2]
But with disorder You'd been merged.
Hey Master, at Your touch,
Gleefully with essence of ambrosia.
Everything appeared amid that which is ephemeral,
In a wink, hey Font of Consciousness and Bliss.
Hey Supreme Decorator, everyone's creator,
With the world's phenomena did You fashion.
For You there's no bondage of time or space,
And containers You shape ever with smiling face.[1]
Sky, air, and light, they had not been;
Of ocean and land there was no existence.
You alone had been these seven worlds,[2]
But with disorder You'd been merged.
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Through intellect He cannot be unriddled.
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