You were far away,
but came close and smiled in the mirror of hope.

Extending both hands,
You pulled me.
And though You are formless,
You came in form.

There are branches full of flowers.
There are birds in each arbor.
I am engrossed in You and call and remember You.
Remain in the mental gem casket of everyone.
Go on playing the divine game with all.

Those whose eyes are full of the inertness of drowsiness
lie to themselves even after understanding their own mistakes.
Remaining hidden from their mind,

into their poison pot,
You keep pouring nectar.