My Sweet Lord, who has a form and still pervades All
Allow me to serve You and worship You

So many layers of ignorance cover my eyes
My thoughts are confused and create many ties
How can I ask to be free if I know nothing,  but
Allow me forever to serve and worship You

In my heart there's a flame which makes all clear
It was lit by Your Grace and burns constantly
The flame of Your Love is the assurance I'm Yours

You are my Satguru, my Ishtadev, my eternal shelter
My Prabhuji, my Swamiji, my eternal bliss
Sweet Lord, who has a form and still pervades All
Allow me to serve You and worship You