Oh, Salutation to That which is bliss itself,
By nature calm and effulgent,
With the dawning of the knowledge of which
All delusion becomes like a dream.
In this realm of serene grace,
Where truth and light intertwine,
Delusion fades as morning mist,
And peace becomes our shrine.
May the bliss within all souls ignite,
And guide us through the darkest night,
For in the knowledge of this truth,
We find ourselves in eternal youth.