Shatakatraya 3.100

3.100

mātar medini tāta māruti sakhe tejaḥ subandho jala
bhrātar vyoma nibaddha eṣa bhavatām antyaḥ praṇāmāñjaliḥ |
yuṣmat-saṅga-vaśopajāta-sukṛta-sphāra-sphuran-nirmalajñānāpāsta-
samasta-moha-mahimā līne para-brahmaṇi ||
śayyā śaila-śilā-gṛhaṃ giri-guhā vastraṃ taruṇāṃ tvacaḥ
sāraṅgāḥ suhṛdo nanu kṣiti-ruhāṃ vṛttiḥ phalaiḥ komalaiḥ |
yesāṃ nirjharam ambu-pānam ucitaṃ ratyai tu vidyāṅganā
manye te parameśvarāḥ śirasi yari baddho na sevāñjaliḥ ||

Mother Earth, Father Wind, Friend Fire, Good Kin Water,
Brother Space: to you this final salutation with folded hands is offered!
Through the boundless, shining, pure knowledge born of merit produced by association with you,
the power of all delusion is cast aside, and I dissolve into the Supreme Brahman.
Whose bed is a stone rock, home a mountain cave, clothing the bark of trees,
deer their companions, sustenance the tender fruits of trees,
whose customary drink is waterfall water, and whose woman for delight is learning—
them I consider supreme lords, if their hands are never folded in servitude at the head.