May such hard of heart who melt not depart.
May servitors faithful hasten to gather.
With His Grace-given flesh, weal and soul
May clans all serve Him; throng to hail,
In His mystic spatium, Him past worlds,
As Ens of bateless bliss in spate,
As Primordial, Perennial, Present, Compresent,
As Timeless to abide for Eternal Eons.
Translation: S. A. Sankaranarayanan,(2007)
