Loving You,
whether or not I attain You,
O beloved,
is my spiritual endeavor.

Whatever feelings may arise,
whatever I may take,
whatsoever obstruction I encounter,
my mind shall not heed to it.

I find Your fragrance in the solid factor.
Your rhythm vibrates in the liquid factor.
The liveliness of life is Your bliss,
disseminating joy each moment.

In the desert the fragrance of ketakii flowers floats,
the vibrant essence of which is full of love.
His expression reflects in the grand space.
To that stealer of mind, there is no comparison.