तटिद्वाससं नीलमेघावभासंरमामन्दिरं सुन्दरं चित्प्रकाशम् ।वरं त्विष्टकायां समन्यस्तपादंपरब्रह्मलिङ्गं भजे पाण्डुरङ्गम् ॥ 2 ॥
In plain words
Lightning for a robe, and the glow of a rain-dark cloud. Lakṣmī's own home. Beautiful. Consciousness itself, shining. The highest there is — and yet both feet set squarely on a single brick, the visible mark of the supreme Brahman: I worship Pāṇḍuraṅga.
Close to the Sanskrit
Him whose garment is lightning, whose lustre is that of a dark blue cloud, the dwelling of Ramā, beautiful, the light of consciousness; the choicest one, yet with feet set squarely upon a brick, the mark of the supreme Brahman — I worship Pāṇḍuraṅga.