In plain words
Like a low humming sound You fill, as one, the hearts of the great yogīs, the songs that tell of You, the ocean of milk and the roads of the sky. Form of bliss, victory to You. Salutation to Nārāyaṇa.
Word for word
Like the sound of a hum, within the great yogīs, in the songs that tell of this, in the ocean of milk and in the paths of the sky, You abide filling all as one; O form of bliss, victory! Salutation to Nārāyaṇa.