Unto the heavenly waters
That cascade over the hills,
Doth the flood of my love's tears
Course over my breast.
Hath Thou not seen that?
Oh, the Being Uncreated
That floweth as the pellucid River of Peace!
Oh, the Blissful Lord
In whom the music streams of the Vedas four
Find their symphonic confluence!
Oh! Thou, the Being pervasive!
