I shall offer a garland of songs to You.

Come close, closer still,
come touching my world.

You have hidden Yourself
within the recess of the fragrance of flowers.
You hide behind their colourful petals.
In which unknown depth?
With which heavenly dance?

I know that You love Your illusory play, Your liila.
I accept You therefore as the embodiment of liila.
And within a small bit of that liila is a heavenly mine of diamonds,
established in rhythm and bliss.