In the highway of Veda
The horse of Agama wonderous trots.
Thou of the triple eye,
Dear unto me as the pupil of my eye!
The hand that gestures the why of all
And the form that is Thine -
These we have not seen In our wisdom imperfect.
And so,
Remaining in this body and mind
Only until this life lasts
Am I entitled to adore Thee?
