Why do You not love those
who love You,
and who wish to attain You?

In dark nights and bright mornings,
why do You remain silent?

As flower petals drift along
in the dappled sky,
hundred-petalled lotuses wither away.

To benefit all, out of love for all,
why do You not allow Yourself to be attained?
Why do You keep distance?

Awaiting Your silent footsteps,
the buds of my hope
blossom in so many colours.

Let my long preparations be brought to fruition,
fulfil my longing.

Remaining silent
in a calm arena of effulgence,
what melody
do You play on Your viina?