O Lord, You have come when it is full of clouds. The lilly blooms, ketakii smiles, and You
have filled vitality in the ca’tak bird. In the northeastern corner, from great
distance, the clouds came mistaking the path. Into the niip bushes, groups and groups of
bees collect on the leaves. Do not stay out any more, come to my home and remain wet with
the flow of love. On that bamboo grove, bees buzz and peacocks stay on the branches of
tama’l trees. Engrossed in the mental arbor bodily, about whom the butterfly thinks?
Today You listen to my story, the pain of the rains, if You float the boat of
consolation.