Come to my home.
For You,
I keep holding the lamp.
I am counting moments,
in the hope that You may come.

For how many ages our relationship has been going on,
I do not know

and neither will I know in future.

There is no third person to understand it in any way.
This intimate relation of ours

is of ota yoga, the union of individual association.

Language fails to express our closeness.
Neither will it ever be possible to find anything about it,
either in philosophy nor in science.