O formless Lord,
awaken Yourself
as a shining and beautiful form,
disseminating a steady effulgence.

In the expectation of Your attainment,
numerous living beings,
day and night,
with sleepless eyes, remain awake.

I send out my salutation
in the form of songs.
I salute towards the eastern hills,
on this crimson dawn,
where I would expect Your arrival.

Come secretly,
come silently by foot,
with a lotus flower
holding its stem in Your cupped palms.

I heard of Your attributes
in the scriptures.
With my eyes,
I see the outline of Your beauty.

I love You.
Pour more illumination into me,
and fulfil my being
by making me Your own.