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