Sweet ambrosia, ripe, rich fruit,
Treacle and candy of sugar and honey -
Thus Thou of Thyself gave me
The delicious joys sweet.
Constantly do Thy devotees melt in love and seek -
Their thoughts shaken, words broken,
Body exhausted, mind swooning,
Truly experience in their inner being
Thy Grace of heavenly love
So difficult to experience.
A maiden in time appropriate
Will hug the love of sex
Even if it be bitter as neem.
Thinking of the odd thoughts she entertained,
Before she met her lover,
She will laugh at herself in shame.
Unto it, if for this innocent fellow
That is truly obedient to you,
Thy Grace dawns,
Begun indeed is Bliss.
Oh! Thou, the Ocean of Bliss
That is Cosmic Light!
The Pervasive God
That is Attributeless Pure!