When I wake up, the world recedes from my sight.
Only in sleep, its bewildering miseries and enjoyment perplexes me!
My being is a play of the Consciousness:
The brahman playing with the brahman!
When I wake up, the world recedes from my sight.
Only in sleep, its bewildering miseries and enjoyment perplexes me!

The five elements have sprung from the Supreme brahman
And are ever in his mutual embrace.
Blossom and fruit are parts of the same tree, and bole no different from the branch.
Vedic lore avers that gold is not different from the ornaments,
Names and forms differ once they are cast,
Yet, gold is always gold in the end!
When I wake up, the world recedes from my sight.
Only in sleep, its bewildering miseries and enjoyment perplexes me!

By his own will, he became Jiva and Siva
And created the mystery of the fourteen worlds
‘You alone are him! You alone are him! ' chants Narsinh
Remembering him, countless saints have attained their goal!
When I wake up, the world recedes from my sight.
Only in sleep, its bewildering miseries and enjoyment perplexes me!