मधुरं मधुरेभ्यो 'पि

More sweet than all other sweet things, more auspicious than all other auspicious things, the greatest purifier of all purifying things—The holy name of Śrī Hari alone is everything.

The entire universe, from exalted Brahmā down to the lowly clump of grass, is a product of the illusory energy of the Supreme Lord. The only thing that is reality, reality, again I say reality—The holy name of Śrī Hari alone is everything.

That person is a true preceptor, or a true father, a true mother, and a true friend also only if they teach one to always remember—The holy name of Śrī Hari alone is everything.

There is no certainty when the last breath will come and put an abrupt halt to all one's material plans, therefore it is wise to always practice chanting from very childhood—The holy name of Śrī Hari alone is everything.

Lord Hari eternally dwells in that place where truly exalted, spiritually advanced souls sing in the mood of pure devotion—The holy name of Śrī Hari alone is everything.

Aho! What a sorrow, what a great sorrow! More painful than any other misery in the world! Mistaking it as a mere piece of glass, the people have forgotten this jewel—The holy name of Śrī Hari alone is everything.

It should be heard again and again with one's ears, It should be uttered over and over with one's voice, It should be perpetually sung and sung anew—The holy name of Śrī Hari alone is everything.

It makes the entire universe seem insignificant as a blade of grass, it splendrously reigns supreme over all, it is full of eternally conscious divine ecstasy, it is supremely pure—The holy name of Śrī Hari alone is everything.