In the fragrance of the bakula flower
and in a wave of bliss, He came.
He came in the rhythm of the honeybee.

"After every end a new beginning
Nothing really ever ends," He said.

The flows of life are endless and unfathomable.
Even in the desert, they never cease to flow.

In Your momentum,
in Your speed,
In Your current,
we move along.

All pains and all obstacles
these iron gates have all been broken.

Central idea:
The Lord came with the fragrance of the bakula flower and with a wave of sweetness, with
the rhythm of the honeybee. In His eternal movement there cannot be any full stop. When we
say "This is the last point," then we see that it starts once again. A river may dry up
amidst the desert, but the flow of life will not dry up, even amidst the desert of
obstacles. O Parmampurus'a (Supreme Consciousness), when You are with me, no obstacle can
stand before me as insurmountable even iron gates will crumble to pieces when Your grace
is with me. O Lord, stay with me.