Whose effulgence appears in the sky?
Who remains ever alert in my mind?
Who comes into my garden,
colouring it with festive colours?

The bee came
and whispered into my ear
that I am considered.

During this colourful breeze of spring,
in what colour should You colour my mind?

By spreading light from the moon,
while spreading His wings,
He says with a sweet smile:
"Come and move towards the heavenly garden."