The Dhuni burns mellow
He scoops a fistful of ash
And gives it to a child
He dances with anklets
And then feeds all of us
With Sanza hot and tasty puris
The king walks towards the
Chavadi in his finery
I wish I were there in holy Shiridi

Temple bells chime gently
Holy flames waved slowly
To most divine Lord Ramana
Amidst the vedic chants
And the call of sweet peacocks
Bhagwan Ramana enchants all
With his gentle loving looks
I wish I were there in holy Ramanashram

Birds chirp Om Sai
The hall shimmers and glimmers
with glowing chandeliers and
Shining Mirrors,
Seven gongs and there he is,
The king emerges out
He smiles, consoles, takes a letter
Blesses all with his magnetic love
O how I wish I were there in Prashanti Nilayam
To see my Lord in all his splendour

Surely I can with my mind
Go to any holy place I wish
Shiridi, Parthi, Arunachala,
Mecca, Medina, Jerusalem,
Amritsar, Mathura or Ayodhya
My mind is the kaleidoscope
It turns round and round
And thinks of my Lord
In his myriad motherly forms.