Shake, shake,
Let my hands, legs and whole body shake
I won’t slip if my mind is steady .
How will my mind be study
Always looking at the shaking peacock feather
On His crown, the glistening jewels moving on His chest
His rosy lips blowing air into the flute?
The melody from his flute
Is the moisture for my life
Food and oxygen too.
Food, oxygen and moisture,
He is for the world.
The world, He is
He is the world
‘Viswam Vishnu’