Come into the world with each song that is heard.
Come with each pious sound.

Come in meditation.
Come with cosmic sound.
Come in the oscillating wind.

There is nothing left to say,
whatever is being thought
is really what the mind desires.

By Your impulse,
I sing songs remembering You.

You are the sweet essence,
O dearest,
like a white wave in the stream of nectar.

Destroy these accumulated sins of mine,
and come into the secluded shade of my core.