Along the Parkarma, we take the full round,
At the threshold of Hari Mander, head bows to the ground.
Eight point four million lifetimes and their karmic effect,
Are all washed away along with destiny’s debt.
Wisdom, meditation, illumination of the Divine,
All become deeply instilled in the mind.
You hear the inaudible current of sound,
And invisible things before the mind’s eye abound.
In union with God, your soul will delight,
For so it is destined by the Master of Life.