Original · Devanagari
नतोऽस्मि देवता परं, भूमण्ड सीकरा धरं । त्वमेक ब्रह्म भक्तं, कृतांड भांड संतरं ॥३॥ गुणाब्ध निर्गुणात्मकं, अव्यक्त व्यक्त भाविकं । नपारतं हमादिकं, सहस कल्प चाहिकं ॥४॥ निरीह ब्रह्म निष्कलं, नभोऽब्जलिंदु निर्मलं । सनाभ भूषितं बलं, सदास्तु प्रेम निश्चलं ॥५॥ आकाशमग्नि वायुवत, जथाब्ज के स्वमें जगत । त्वदंध्रि कंज जे भजत, न तेषि जगत जाल गत ॥६॥ दिनेश वंश मंडनं, सौमित्रि शत्रु खंडनं । अनंत संत रंजनं, सुरारि शोक भंजनं ॥७॥ एकदाशीश भक्तिं जो, दसो दशांत संग सो । वसै सो धाम दामना, स रामचरण कामना ॥८॥ ॥ हरि गीत छन्द ॥ जय जय अनंत अनंत गुन नहिं पार कवि कोविद लहै । पर ब्रह्म नावक तरन आरत हरन आरत जो चहै ॥ सोइ देहु पुर सर रास जल भरि मीन मम मन होइ रहै । रट मेघ चातक चन्द पूर चकोर जिय गहि सोइ रहै ॥१॥ कहि एवमस्तु कृपालु पुनि कर जोरि श्रुति बोलत भये । तब कृपा कृपानिधान हम संदेह संशय सब गये ॥ एक बात बूझहिं तत्त्व आवरण कहहु प्रभु थोरिह मगे । सुनि रामचरण प्रसन्न होइ प्रभु धाम तत्त्व वर्णन लगे ॥२॥
Fresh English translation
I bow to the supreme deity, who bears the earth-globe like a droplet. You alone are Brahman for the devotee, moving within the vessel of the created cosmic egg. You are an ocean of qualities whose essence is beyond qualities, unmanifest yet producing the manifest; neither we nor the primordial beings can reach your limit, though we long through a thousand aeons. Desireless, partless Brahman, pure as sky, lotus and moon, strong and adorned at the navel—may unwavering love for you always abide. Like space, fire and wind, the world rests in you as in a lotus; those who worship the lotus of your feet do not fall into the world's net. Ornament of the Solar dynasty, destroyer of Lakṣmaṇa's foes, delighter of endless saints, destroyer of the sorrow caused by the gods' enemies: whoever possesses elevenfold devotion and the company of all ten directions dwells in that radiant abode—this is Rāmacaraṇa's desire. In harigīta meter: victory to the Infinite One of infinite qualities, whose limit no learned poet can reach—supreme Brahman, boat and ferryman, remover of the distress of everyone who longs for relief. Grant that very state: let my mind remain a fish in the city-lake filled with the water of rāsa, a cātaka repeating for the cloud, and a cakora holding fast to the full moon. The Compassionate One says, 'So be it.' Śruti again folds her hands: 'By your grace, treasury of grace, all our doubts and uncertainty are gone. We ask one thing: briefly explain, Lord, the reality of the coverings.' Hearing her, Rāmacaraṇa says, the pleased Lord begins to describe the reality of the divine abode.