Temple of my heart

Sitting near the cold river

in the outskirts of Pirin mountain

meditating on the constant flow...

A constant movement of pure, undrying water,

supplying, nourishing on the way to the sea,

as the Ganges forever flows to the sea

without hindrance...

Sitting near the flowing river

on Vamana Dvadasi I see

Pirin as my beloved Himalayas

and the Himalayas as my beloved Pirin...

The spiritual world is all-pervaiding

purifying our mind and lips,

once they become enchanted 

by

the chanting of the Holy Names of the Lord...

Oh, Lord, please remain in the temple of my heart...

Mama mana mandire...