Beloved,
You came on a cloudy night,
treading a dark path.

With each sweet tune,
that You played on the strings of the viin'a' (lyre),
to which far distant arena

did You attract me?

In that total darkness
during fear and panic,
the illumination of Your lightning
provided direction to me.

On that sleepless rain,
when hopes were broken,
my defeated heart found back its speech.

With a thundering declaration and a loud voice,
You provided consciousness to those inert.

O companion during all agonies of the dark night,
silent sympathiser during all pains!
Being so close,
why do You remain so far?

I cannot understand You
by applying the intellect
that You provided.