In plain words
O Teacher who is sat-cit-ānanda, in whom all excellence abounds, O you made of awareness — O my Master. O good fortune of mine, who became the Supreme and fills the whole earth — O my Master. That sea which is the state of Brahman, awareness itself and vast — I do not know how to speak of it — O my Master. Who else could know the direct experience you granted me in your grace, O my Sovereign? — O my Master. That I might not die and be born again, as men do who climb a tree and let go — — O my Master. Who gave me the power for it, if not you, my God, O Teacher? — O my Master. Me — a simple woman who did not know so much as the words bondage and release — — O my Master. Vedānta you proclaimed and set in me, unbroken, as direct experience — — O my Master. In easy, sweet conversation you gave me the state of sat-cit-ānanda, O Everlasting One — — O my Master. O good fortune of mine, in your grace you granted me the state of devotion and dispassion — O my Master. Me, who wandered and strayed just like a blind man — you took me and ruled me, O my Sovereign — — O my Master. So that my mind should rejoice, in your grace you granted me the state of Śiva, O Teacher — O my Master. Witness even to the intellect, you who are awareness itself, O utterly complete One — O my Master. The direct experience of knowing as the witness of all — who else would give it? — O my Master. Though liberation, that supreme happiness, is there always within oneself and as oneself — O my Master O supreme secret, O highest meaning of the ancient books of the Veda — O my Master. Like silver on mother-of-pearl — so you told me the spread-out world is unreal-seeming — — O my Master. Scripture, reasoning, direct experience — you spoke them all out and drove off the demon that is the world, sir — — O my Master. Eternal, untainted, without qualities — O Spotless One — O my Master. O Everlasting One, you who are the very teaching of the true, of knowledge and of bliss — O my Master. The obstacle that stood the size of a mountain — was it not your foot that cut it away? — O my Master You gave the state of one savour, where everything becomes oneself, O Īśvara of all — O my Master. Not knowing the inward secret, I wandered and strayed — O my Master In your grace you granted me unbroken devotion to the Guru, O very form of love — O my Master. You chased the base objects of sense away and ground them to dust — my own lord, it was you yourself — — O my Master. You gave me the bliss that nothing surpasses, O Stainless One — O my Master. To an eye filmed over with cataract you showed the light and set it there, O Cause of it all — — O my Master. You put an end to this perishing birth and in your grace granted me the homeland, O my Chief — O my Master. You loosed the fetter, joined me to the Lord himself and set me there, O Learned One — O my Master O Śrī Venkateśvara, praised throughout the land, O my Teacher — O my Master.