O mystic traveler,
a long time has passed
since I met You in the palash grove,
when You endearingly whispered into my ears.

With the rhythmic dawn of maddening string sounds,
the unending rows of palash flowers turned fiery
and every nook and corner of the palash forest
vibrated with new life.

The mystic traveler is so near
to this expressed universe,
and yet, He remains so far from all.

No amount of intellect,
no amount of logic
can catch hold of Him.