O Lord, with the hope of attaining You, my mind is frenzied. With the impulse and momentum
of feelings, oscillations have started in the life. Today the bunch of flowers is restless
and eager. The hundredpetal lotus of the mind, has engrossed me by its fragrance. Only
Your events and glories have kept my mind filled. O the moon of my mind, never go away.
Knowingly or unknowingly, sometimes with concentration and sometimes unmindfully, each
moment and second, I call You without consideration of the time.