I desired for You
in form, melody and attraction,
but attained You in love.

I saw You in sweet shivers,
and floated in Your fragrance.

You remain seated with a smiling face,
locating Yourself beyond the known and the unknown.

All my wants and attainments
resonate in the strings of Your lyre.

You are my closest,
You are my own,
no one else is mine other than You.

In the realisation of Your gifted mind and energy,
I beg for Your grace.

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I sought You in songs, forms and rhythms.
I attained You in deep devotion.
Seeing You in ripples of enchantment,
I floated in Your pollen.

Your known and unknown position
is at the highest level.
You always sit in a sweet and affectionate pose.
All my movements and all my thoughts
are but the play of the strings of Your lyre (viina).

You are my most personal relation.
Without You, I have nothing.
You gave me my mind.
You gave me life force.

I need only ask for Your grace.
I need only ask for Your grace.
This is my deep realisation.