I have the desire to forget You,
yet, why can't I do it?

People say that You are intoxication,
yet, why does that intoxication not leave me?
By that sweet intoxication,
the bee comes.

At the shore of maya in the rising sun,
flowers smile.
The intoxicating maya of the moon,
appears in the tides.
This image I cannot forget.

By the intoxication of the moon, the earth revolves.
With the intoxication of Your image, my mind is filled.

My restless heart overflows with intoxication.
This, O Lord, is Your sadhana.