Dhyāna 2

In plain words

I bow to the god who fills the world, spotless, everlasting, highest, without parts; ever awake in the pavilion of the thousand-petalled lotus where the syllable is hidden; made of unbroken joy, the one dwelling of happiness, everlasting, auspicious, shining by its own light. Let one hold that in mind, higher than the highest, free in itself, and all the āgamas.