Clouds after clouds come,
and so does melody after melody.

I do not know You,
and yet, You keep coming
and again floating away.

You love only from a distance,
come close to me in person.
You look on with loving eyes,
and play with sweet ankle bells.

You are the great consciousness in the universe
whereas I am but a small balloon in the realm of thought.
I keep on burning in the lamp of time

maintaining an unknown stream compressed in my heart.