"Who Vasudev in All Can See"

Who Vasudev in all can see,
Cleansed from the thought of "I,"
Know that a saint indeed is he;
The rest in bondage lie.

Wealth to his eyes is only dust:
Jewels as stones he sees;
Gone from his heart is rage and lust;
Pardon dwells there, and peace.

He will not for an instant rest
(Hear what I, Nama, say),
But Govind's name — of all the best —
He utters night and day.