With whatever capacity
You bestowed to my throat,
I shall continue calling You.

The beacon of light that You showed,
towards it,
I continue to move on the path.

The world that appears
on the other side of the ocean,
the light that shines,
piercing through the bosom of darkness,
in all that,
You exist.
And therefore, I fear none.

I know that there is no point in fearing.
The honey that remained unconsumed
survives in the bud even today.

The language that did not fade
still survives in the mind.

Within You,
all exist,
happily sleeping.

By Your wish,
I move forward with speed,
taking all with me,
in the glory of Your attainment.