Classic Poem

In this entire universe, you alone exist, Shri Hari,
Yet, in infinite forms you seem to be!
You are the divine in the human flesh,
The fire you become among the elements,
In the void, you become the Word, which the Vedas laud!
In this entire universe, you alone exist, Shri Hari,
Yet, in infinite forms you seem to be!

O Sustainer of the Earth! You are the wind!
You are the water and you are the Earth!
You are also the outstretched tree blossoming in the sky!
In this entire universe, you alone exist, Shri Hari,
Yet, in infinite forms you seem to be!

Only to taste the nectar of being manifold,
You created the jiva and the siva and countless other forms!
In this entire universe, you alone exist, Shri Hari,
Yet, in infinite forms you seem to be!

Ornaments differ not from what they are made,
As the Vedas and other scriptures truly say,
Only their names differ once their forms are cast,
Gold is always gold in the end!
In this entire universe, you alone exist, Shri Hari,
Yet, in infinite forms you seem to be!

But the books messed up this truth and left it unsaid,
So the people worship whatever they like,
With all their hearts, words and deeds,
Thinking what they understand is true.
In this entire universe, you alone exist, Shri Hari,
Yet, in infinite forms you seem to be!

You are the seed in a tree and the tree in a seed,
I see you close just behind the veil,
You will never find him with your mind, says Narsinh,
Love him and he will manifest himself before you!
In this entire universe, you alone exist, Shri Hari,
Yet, in infinite forms you seem to be!