Meditate, meditate, the lord is in your eye,
As a divine ecstasy in your inner forehead.
In person, he will touch you with love,
His wonderful face with incomparable eyes!
Meditate, meditate, the lord is in your eye,
As a divine ecstasy in your inner forehead.

The mind will be gladdened, the past deeds will flee,
And this earth will seem like the woods of Vraj,
Where beneath the bowers, Krishna sports,
as his wonderful companions look on!
Meditate, meditate, the lord is in your eye,
as a divine ecstasy in your inner forehead.

In the music of the haunting flute, with savour of the song, the cymbals, and the gong, ring inecstasy,
In the beating of mridangam, in the beating of the drums, in the strains of
shenai, the brahman plays!
Meditate, meditate, the lord is in your eye, as a divine ecstasy in your inner forehead.
If you sing him, you will see him in person, sporting amorously.
All the bliss, will Narsaiyya's lord give you
And your ill deeds will vanish as you meditate.
Meditate, meditate, the lord is in your eye,
as a divine ecstasy in your inner forehead.