The chariot of effulgence moves on.

Touching many a heart and heaven,
carrying many a shade of affection,
snatching away much love,
it moves on, continuing its eternal journey.

This cart never heeds to any forbidding,
it never pauses nor stops,
it never retreats back in fear,
it moves on always.

Bathing all in the effulgence of love,
spreading out both hands
to welcome all
unto the path of righteousness,
attuning all
to the rhythm, melody and tune of songs,
in the upsurge of the ocean of nectar.