Those melodies of the flute pull and call me,
making my mind disregard whatsoever bondage.

Through the gaps of smiles,
who is that who calls me?
Calling me to renounce and sacrifice my everything.

That call comes through the pollen of flowers,
when the flowers bloom layer by layer.

How can I just remain seated without responding to it?
My feet cannot help but rush towards it.

O Lord,
You remain mixed with the sky and air,
and float in the firmament of my heart.

My mental peacock dances,
spreading its tail as it comes in contact with His vibrations.