In the silent night,
making me forget all my pains,
who are You who came to me?
Tell me.

In this indifferent and calm wind,
has the one whom the mind desires,
come to my home today?

The sprouts of grass want greenness.
The big tree wants the sandal breeze.
The pollen in flowers tell to the fragrance,
that they too want it.

The stone pieces on the road say
they want to be constantly stepped upon by Him.
The snow peaked mountains
desire to melt under His love.

The buzzing bees in the lotus grove,
secretly beg:
"You are the ray of our hope.
Come on this golden morning."