O Lord, You did not come into the fold with Knowledge, now I shall bring You to my fold
with ideation. The mind remembers You in sleep, dream or awaken state, and through songs.
During my blazing depression of heat, that auspicious time was with me. The rainwater of
the rainy season, captivates my mind. Expecting Your arrival, with that feeling, I shall
stand at Your door. During autumn with shefa’lii flowers and tall grasses, during
postautumn, prewinter period with cool breeze, during winter with merciless cold inertia
during smiling spring with tender leaves, all the twelve months, in all periods, I shall
hold You in my ideation.