I heard much about You,
but am unable to recognise You.
What pity!

After much pondering,
this much only could I understand:
that to Your grace
there is no alternative.

How can a mere drop attain the ocean?
It can't help but to dissolve into it.

If the light of a lamp wishes to hold the moon,
it has no alternative but to become the moonlight itself.

The love between You and me,
knowingly or unknowingly,
has been lasting for ages.

The love You awaken
removes all ignorance
and bestows eternal knowledge.