O Lord, the fire that You scattered, in the spring season in the pala’sh grove. By the
colour of which, the mind is frenzied, with the resonance of the trees with colourful
trees. All obstacles broke, the cries and smile is not without shyness. The melody
rehearsed above the pain and pleasure, I listen through my ears the immortal song. You are
there and I am there, rest of the world I have forgotten. Leaving the form, I have come to
formless, to find the One beyond form in the mind.