O night, do not go away, He had told me that He would come this night. O garland, do not
dry up, O, flowers, do not wither away, I have kept Him adored. This mind of mine, does
not escape, it is attached to many materialistic hopes, and merged in many languages and
feelings, that I am now goading to the path of the singular Entity. Towards that One, I am
moving today, I have no business with many. For One only is this determination, that I
shall place the adornment to please Him.