Your Name is the thread, and Your Name is the garland of flowers. The eighteen loads of vegetation are all too impure to offer to You.
Why should I offer to You, that which You Yourself created? Your Name is the fan, which I wave over You. ||3||
The whole world is engrossed in the eighteen Puraanas, the sixty-eight sacred shrines of pilgrimage, and the four sources of creation.
Says Ravi Daas, Your Name is my Aartee, my lamp-lit worship-service. The True Name, Sat Naam, is the food which I offer to You. ||4||3||
Sri Sain:
With incense, lamps and ghee, I offer this lamp-lit worship service.
I am a sacrifice to the Lord of Lakshmi. ||1||
Hail to You, Lord, hail to You!
Again and again, hail to You, Lord King, Ruler of all! ||1||Pause||
Sublime is the lamp, and pure is the wick.
You are immaculate and pure, O Brilliant Lord of Wealth! ||2||
Raamaanand knows the devotional worship of the Lord.
He says that the Lord is all-pervading, the embodiment of supreme joy. ||3||
The Lord of the world, of wondrous form, has carried me across the terrifying world-ocean.
Says Sain, remember the Lord, the embodiment of supreme joy! ||4||2||
Prabhaatee:
Hear my prayer, Lord; You are the Divine Light of the Divine, the Primal, All-pervading Master.
The Siddhas in Samaadhi have not found Your limits. They hold tight to the Protection of Your Sanctuary. ||1||
Worship and adoration of the Pure, Primal Lord comes by worshipping the True Guru, O Siblings of Destiny.
Standing at His Door, Brahma studies the Vedas, but he cannot see the Unseen Lord. ||1||Pause||