You are the fragrance of all flowers
and the illumination of all hearts.

Colouring the eastern sky
with crimson colours,
You pour nectar into it.

Your rhythm never shows fatigue
and Your beats never slows down while moving.

The way You were,
continues to be so,
and will remain like that in future.

You are the sweetness of my mental garden.
You fill my pot
with the yamuna' stream of Your illusive game.

O intuition fuelled and effulgent Purus'a,
Your light destroys all darkness!