In plain words
With the sliver of the crescent moon glinting on His crown, with matted locks that glisten in their beauty, with the sparkle of the heavenly river flowing in those locks, with the splendid eye upon His brow, with a throat as dark as the dark jamun fruit, with a serpent bangle on His wrist, with an elephant's hide wound about His waist, with sacred ash shining over all His body, with a broad kuṅkuma mark drawn on His forehead, with lips reddened by betel, grown lovely in the six śāstras, laughing the dark lilies to scorn and robbing them of their beauty, with a body of gleaming dusky hue, the One who dwells in Parthi has appeared before us today.
Embodiments of Prema!
All that exists is full of Dakṣiṇāmūrti. His reflection, reaction, resound... This world is nothing but the influence of these three. Dakṣiṇāmūrti is a boy. Then, now and for all time He is a boy. Yet His disciples, becoming greatly holy and learned, went on spreading and teaching in many ways. The nature of Dakṣiṇāmūrti cannot be described.
Charming, holy to the three worlds, sickles to the creepers of worldly bondage, true friends, a springtime to the forest of the sages: such are the stories of Lord Viṣṇu.
How could we describe such a Dakṣiṇāmūrti! His is the teaching of silence. That very silence grants all knowledge to all. From that very silence spring Sujñāna, Vijñāna and Prajñāna.
Man does not have just one form. Three forms are joined in him. The one you think you are, the one others think you are, the one you really are. Through His spreading and teaching, Dakṣiṇāmūrti went on shaping human beings so that they would recognise their own true nature. He took on a natural form full of radiance and light. Smiles keep dancing on His face all the time. The nature of such a Dakṣiṇāmūrti cannot be described. ‘Without attributes, untainted, the abode, whose form is eternal, pure, awakened, free and stainless.’ However one may describe the nature of such a Dakṣiṇāmūrti, no one in the world can understand it. ‘Dakṣiṇāmūrti’: His form is radiant, full of Ānanda. He is the embodiment of Prema, the embodiment of Satya.
From Satya He created all things; in Satya all creation subsides; search where you will, where is the place without the glory of Satya? Come and see: this is pure Sattva.
There is no place anywhere without Satya. Any substance may undergo change, but Satya knows no change at all.