O great Lord, the source of happiness,
Beloved of all, praise be unto thee.
Thou that knowest the secret of the heart, thou ocean of mercy.
Daya bows to thee.

Thy impersonal form is like the ocean of immortality,
Which is very deep and unfathomable.
The waves of joy are constantly rising,
But my heart is restless.

Thy real form is such that all desires of my mind are fulfilled;
Having seen the marvel, Daya worships with great feeling.