Are not the deep oceans contained without banks?
Did not the halahala poison turn into ambrosia?
Was not the Northern Fire *[1] contained in that Sea?
Are not the countless Orbs held in position in Spaces vast?

Was not the Mount Meru bent as a bow?
Did not the Seven Clouds flee at the command
of the mace bearing celestial King Indra?
Did not the Woman (Sabari) that lay dead as stone
re-live as a lovely damsel at the touch of Rama's feet?
Have not the miraculous siddhis been made possible
in this world through gems, mantras, etc
Is it then impossible for you to devise a trick
That can make my accursed mind to stop wandering?
Oh! Thou who filleth all visible space
In unbroken continuity!
Thou, the Bliss that is Perfect Full!

[1] A submarine fire dwelling in the seas which will create the final conflagration ending in the dissolution of the world.