You, You, You...
Please come close,
come still closer.

With every melody of mine,
a victory garland for You was threaded.

My offering pot,
I filled with emanating fragrance.

Internally, in the midst,
I attuned my ears to listen.

Enliven me with Your sweet touch
and illuminate me with the flame of life.

With Your melody and song,
originating from pleasing nectar,
put me to Your work.

I am but a mere particle of Yours.
You are the ever fresh nectar of love.

All my sincerity,
and all my hundreds of salutations
beg for Your mercy only.