Even in the light of intuition,
O Lord,
why did You tie me to the bond of infatuation?
I cannot understand.

O divine controller of illusion,
why do You immerse me in delusion?
Nobody knows.

In the three worlds Your illusive form is ever new.
Creating and destroying take place each moment.
A new illusion is created within infinite thought waves.
Each moment destruction takes place. Nothing stays.

Time and pause keep flowing,
rushing into the endless infinite.
They display glimpses of their activities in my mind.
Yet my mind fails to grasp.
With rhythm, melody and tune all move within cosmic bliss.
None ever stops.