By sweetly playing His flute
and by a sweet smile,
who is He who won my mind?

He comes to me without being called,
and doesn't come,
if I call Him.
What beautiful string of love binds us!

Unprecedented is the look
in His eyes and His sweet face.

And in an unprecedented way,
He filled the world with beauty,
and brought about agitation
in the ocean of effulgence.

By holding on to His clean lotus feet
I tolerate hundreds and hundreds of blames.
I do not fear even death
for His altar resides above it all.