Oh Sai Baba, we wave lights before you, the bestower of happiness to the Jivas. Give us - Your servants and devotees rest under the dust of your Feet, burning desires. Oh Kind-hearted, Your power is such! meditation on Your name removes our fear of the Sansar. Oh God of Gods, I pray that, let my treasure be the service of Your Feet. Feed Madhav (the composer of this arati) with happiness as the cloud feeds the Chatak bird with pure water, and thus keep up Your Word.
May Nanda's son, whose face defeats the autumn moon, who is an ocean of playfulness and handsomeness, who holds a toy ball in his hand, who is the life-friend of the gopis, whose transcendental form is now covered with dust, whose flute is tucked under his arm, and whose words are obeyed by the cows, protect me.
[ Verse 2 "Nava Jaladhara Varnam" from "Stavamala" by Rupa Goswami ]
