I attained You in the illumination of my heart.

The sweet mental bee,
on a cloudy night,
hovered over the niipa flower.

The more I had searched outside,
I more I had become disappointed.
I did not find the altar decorated with a golden lamp and ghee.

In quest of You, I came to this world again and again.
Yet You were never attained.

Your game,
O Lord,
is hard to understand.
Today, You secretly came.

With the desire of attaining You,
I talk and sing of Your attributes.
I never deviate from the path.
I remain engrossed in Your meditation and the recitation of Your name.