When I see His ways, I sing.
Thus I find peace, O brothers.
O brothers, lose yourself in the Word;
the true guru shall lead you to Deva.
Where light shimmers,
there resounds the unsounded Word.
Light blends with light:
this I perceived by the guru’s grace.
There were rubies bright as lightning
in my own lotus-room.
He is near, not far.
He fills my very breath.
Where shines the eternal Sun,
there a lamp also dimly burns.
I finally understood by the guru’s grace.
Now the slave Namdeva is blended with the Eternal.