Kindly keep on Your lotus feet,
the flowers that bloomed
in the depth of my mind.

Much weeping and many smiles
were poured out from the lamp
that glowed around You.

When, during the serpentine noose of past history,
the light on earth
became destroyed by terror,
Supreme Consciousness (Parama Purus'a) arrived,
to arouse hope on a dumb face.

You came,
churning my heavenly garden.
You keep Yourself surrounded
by the fragrance of nectar.

You never ignore anyone,
Your aspirations are meant for everyone.
With a sweetness absorbed look,
You draw all into Your heart.

You fill with beauty and colour
the love
that is free from expectation.