You poured nectar into the hearts of flowers.
Amidst thorns, You made roses blossom.

In the cold winter season,
You provide the soothing warmth of a fire.
In the burning heat of summer,
Your touch is like the refreshing coolness of sandalwood paste.

You do all work as per Your wishes.
Sometimes You make one cry.
Sometimes You make one laugh.
Often, by the attraction of Your love, You pull one close.
At times, even though one looks at You,
You do not respond and just overlook.

You hide in the heat of fire.
At the same time You are in the vapour that floats in the sky.
O peacock of my mind,
You keep creating a play of light and shade.