People say that You are not visible.
How is it then that You came here?

People tell that You do not care about logic and reasoning,
that there is no explaining of how You manage Your affairs
and that Your play is beyond logic.

How is it then that You graced all
by drenching everyone in Your divine nectar?

I have been wanting You,
and requesting You to make me Yours.
For once, listen and come close,
showering upon me Your infinite grace.

I am such a meagre, You are so great.
I am bound by my own limitations.
Even so, You love me.

By Your sweet touch,
hundreds of agonies are removed
and mental flowers bloom, layer by layer.