People blush when their clothes come loose
But what can one conceal and cover
When all the world is the eye of the Lord
The Onlooker everywhere.
O Mother, listen I love him
All others fade and die away
I will have none of them
But my Lord, he is the one, the only one
He knows no birth nor death
He is beautiful without comparison
He is formless, changeless, boundless
My one and only Lord Chenna Mallikarjuna.