Listen my friend! In my rapt ecstasy, I saw the matchless one!
You should have seen him; he was sweeter than the nectar of immortality!
The scriptures sing of him as being beyond sight or speech!
Just think, the love of the one called Satchitananda
Exceeds even the nine forms of devotion!
Listen, my friend! In my rapt ecstasy, I saw the matchless one!

The one who cannot be contained in the nine types of Bhakti,
Is contained in mine-the tenth type of Bhakti!
He has that virginal nectar which he offers to his lovers!
Listen my friend! In my rapt ecstasy, I saw the matchless one!

The incomprehensible brahman with his inimitable sports
Is yet changeless from innumerable aeons!
He is hardly accessible to the rigourous austerity and arid rituals
Yet, he is more like your favorite delicacy!
Listen my friend! In my rapt ecstasy, I saw the matchless one!

My beloved is forever constant; he never grows or diminishes!
He appears and departs, but never is he emptied or full!
Listen my friend! In my rapt ecstasy, I saw the matchless one!

Perfect is the bliss of Purushottama and ultimate is his state,
The state beyond the destructible and the indestructible,
Just think of it, dear friend!
Listen my friend! In my rapt ecstasy, I saw the matchless one!

Once you see him, friend, the world of differences will cease!
The troubles forever solved and you will be fearless forever!
It is divine to meet the Narsaiyya's Lord
For my heart is brimming with rapture! Listen, dear friend!
In my rapt ecstasy, I saw the matchless one!