In what a delusive game do You remain ever so active!

You are the white, hundred petalled lotus in every heart.

In those lying disgracefully in the mud of the road,
You awakened a new consciousness.

Come slowly,
come with a soft smile,
come lovingly through the sandal breeze.

You are the honey of flowers,
You are the distant moon.
You are the radiation of the enchanting sweet moonlight.
You express Yourself as flowers and fruits and as roots,
You are both banks of the reverse flowing river.

You are everyone's closest,
dearest, most respected,
and most revered.

All await Your arrival.
You fulfil all expectations in the light of love.