You came to my home,
untimely,
as if forgetting Your path.

What illusion did You create,
weaving the web of ma'ya'
with golden threads!

Today, the song of infinity
floats in honey.
It flows into the ears of limitations,
calling forth their nectar.

Why did You engender
a mutual acquaintance
between the limited and the unlimited?

Today, the fragrance of melody
rushes through an unnamed craft.
Its impulse, since ages unknown,
remains ever intoxicated.

This mutual knowing and hearing,
taking and giving of hearts
moves along the banks of the ocean of forms.