Desire, my great enemy,
With his soldiers surrounding me;
Is giving my lots of trouble, oh, my Lord.
That enemy I will deceive, remaining in the castle of peace
Night and day in Thy joy, Oh, my Lord.
What will be my fate? Oh, Lord, tell me.
Pranayam be Thy religion,
Pranayam will give Thee salvation.
Pranayam is the wishing tree.
Control that little Pranayam, become all-pervading Pranayam.
You won't have to fear anything anymore.
