O King of Songs,
please come into my life!

Wanting You,
intoxicated by You,
You remain at all times.

When the eastern sky becomes filled with crimson colours
and the flower garden emanates a sweet smell,

new loti blossom in my mind.
Please come and take Your seat there.

I want to hold You,
and keep You in the core of my heart.
In pains and pleasures I long for You.

This is my humble surrender,
the craving of my heart,
hear it with Your ears,
in Your own, peculiar quality.

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O King of songs,
come into my life.

I love You,
and in Your thought,
I frenzy.

You are present each moment.
The eastern sky is immersed in crimson colours,
the flowers in my garden
spread a sweet fragrance.

New and newer blue loti bloom in my mind.
Come and sit there.

I want to hold and keep You
in the core of my heart,
that I may find You close
in pains and in pleasures.

To this prayer and solicitation
and craving of my heart,
let Your ears listen
by virtue of Your own attributes.

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O king of songs, please come into my life!
I wanted You and became intoxicated by You.
You are everywhere.

When the eastern sky becomes filled with crimson colours
and the flower garden emanates a sweet smell,

a new lotus blossoms in my mind.
Please come and sit on it.

I want to hold You,
and keep You in the core of my heart.
In pains and pleasures I long for You.

This is the humble craving,
the surrender,
the acceptance
and the desire of my mind.
Please have mercy and do not ignore it.