By assimilating the knowledge of the Greatest Entity, Purus’a, shining like sun, beyond
darkness, by knowing that, the death also ends, there is no other way. O The Controller of
the Universe, how much illusive game, liila’, do You know, I observe with astonishment.
You are the protector, attracting in hundreds of ways, my deceptive actions do not work.
When the sun smiles in the eastern sky, the accumulated darkness of the night is
destroyed. With fragrance of the winter shefa’lii flower, the pollens of tall grass
shine. Breathlessly I am absorbed in Your feetdust. When the sun sets in the western
horizon, in my mind the redness appears. The bee comes to flowers with sweet hope, and
then with exhalation, in the evening I call.