If there be need to forget You,
tell me about whom I should think?
With what consolation did I come
to this void world?

I called You much,
but You did not allow Yourself to be attained.
That is why, I cannot but think this way.

When I see the sky touching mountains,
I find that they also keep their head bowed
and remain covered with white ice.
By melting into tears,
they display their reverence for Your pink feet.

The blue ocean,
overwhelmingly with a loud roar,
rushes unto Your greatness.
With arms spread out wide,
filled with sweet vitality,
it desires to get hold of You.