O Lord, I love You, but do not know why do I love You. I have come rushing, but why do not
You come into my folds, I do not understand. O Formless, beyond form, I have kindled
incense. By the pull of Your vaejayanti garland with diamond I am unable to stay away.
Your flute charms the world and speaks into my core of mind that I am not alone. In the
spring season, the cuckoo and peacock tell that it is not possible to forget You.