In plain words
He who bears every form, the tranquil one; who bears every name, the auspicious one; whose form is Saccidānanda, the One without a second: Satyam, Śivam, Sundaram.
Embodiments of Prema!
Śānti and happiness are nowhere to be seen in this world. Man, even though he is the embodiment of Śānti, cannot come to know his own Śānti. Even though he himself is the embodiment of Prema, he cannot experience his own Prema. Even though these and other sacred qualities are in him, man cannot recognise his own Satya; sunk in Asatya, man suffers endless pain. If we want to seek divinity, if we want to experience Śānti and happiness, we need not go off somewhere to search for them. Whoever longs for the good fortune of beholding his own svarūpa will gain this vision of his own svarūpa only when he recognises his own true nature for himself. These clouds, these great banks of cloud, cover the radiance that came forth from the sun; they simply cover the sun itself and keep the sun from being seen. When a storm wind comes, these clouds move far away, and the sun in its own form comes into view. What is it that stands in the way of man today recognising Satya? What stands in the way of everything is the mind, none other. This mind came forth from the Ātma itself. Just as the clouds that come from the sun cover the sun, so the mind that came forth from the Ātma stands in the way of the Ātma itself. We must make the right effort to recognise the Satya from which it came forth. In the world of today man falls into many hardships, is caught in Ajñāna, and is moving far from Śānti and contentment.