Some people want only to attain proximity with You,
and some want only You,
O Lord.

Some people perish searching shells
on the shore of the ocean of effulgence,
not seeking the ocean itself at all at any time.

You provided living beings worldly articles of utility.
You gave everyone food, water and clothing.
You gifted love and beautiful coverings,
yet expectations are not satiated.

All come and go within this moving universe.
No one can stay stationary.
All remain ever engaged in movement.
He, whose mental peacock madly dances for You,
floats like the illuminated moon.