In plain words
Longing for the company of solitary yogīs, my mind too sets out on the way of the supreme Alone, like a crow that takes wing and follows where the swans have flown. Hari, salutation to Nārāyaṇa.
Word for word
With longing among the solitary yogīs, my mind too goes the way called supreme solitude, like a crow that, having flown, goes again the way the swans went. Hari, salutation to Nārāyaṇa.