O beloved,
come today,
along the path laden with bakul flowers!

With a garland threaded of flowers,
and which has no comparison,
I sit and await You.

Within their colourful petals,
My flowers carry honey.

In expectation of Your arrival,
my mind floats pollen-like
along the fragrance of these flowers.

I do not want anything from You.
That formless gem,
is already with me.

Searching within my mind itself,
I shall attain You,
O my most beloved One!