With silent feet,
You secretly came into my eyes,
O my most beloved.

No one could know or see it.
No one could understand
this sweetest love of Yours.

At that time,
with murmuring sounds it rained,
and lighting danced with outbursts.

Outside threat,
inside charm,
that form of Yours was at that time
most materialised.

Then, the pollen of juhi flowers,
through the moist breeze,
came floating about,
encircling the deep darkness.

In the depth of my mind,
in a corner of my heart,
my ego vanished away,
O innermost one.