On my tear-drenched eyes,
O beloved Lord,
You arrived this morning.

There is no invocation for You,
nor any vehicle to transport You.
You come and go silently.

You smile in the rising sun
and appear in the colour of the language of tender leaves.
You speak with red lips,
O beloved,
and astonish and understand the mind.

In the fragrance of roses,
glimpses of You glory become visible.
Your brilliance is glorified in the universe.
You are present in each pore,
and remain associated both individually and collectively.