There is a distant place called Swetadwip
Where lying down in silent cosmic sleep
Upon a milky ocean white
Within a castle on an island bright

The Universal Lord sweet smiling dreams
And from His moon-like face soft lucent beams
Shine forth revealing gold and silver halls
Green [bad word] carved in ivory walls

And endless rows of pillars formed of pearl
Are swept by towering ocean waves that curl
And toss their foamy nectar all through space
Gold earrings decorate His smiling face

flower garland rests upon His chest
In silken yellow garments He is dressed
With blackish hair that curls about His ears
His lotus petal eyes remove all fears

He’s lying in the spiritual sky (2)
You could never get that high (2)
On your own, if you tried
 [bad word] blackish like a thunder cloud 
His form of bliss eternally endowed
He’s lying on a soft white serpent bed
With blazing tongue and fearsome eyes of red

This thousand headed snake with bluish scales
Is coiling far beyond this world of veils
And lying there Narayana casts His glance
Across the endless miles of ignorance

He enters in the hearts of all that be
Each golden sunbeam shows His majesty
His Holy Name is filled with nectar sweet
And purest love flow from His lotus feet