Having kindled my lamp,
I depart to a far-distant place.
Looking at my light,
please remember me.

I float on along melodies and rhythms,
mixing my love with Your song.

I tune the strings of my viina to the musical octave.
But I do not know

whether the melody I play is set right or not.
Tell me whether this melody is known or unknown.
This much only I had wanted to ask You.

O king of songs,
emperor of melodies,
You are grandeur,
with Your own glory.

O controller of the world,
You are great in wealth.
And with Your effulgence,
the earth overflows.