Garlands many are there for Thy worship.
But those who have realized their selves
Knew Thy partiality for garland of songs.
And so the goodly souls in numbers sang Thy praise.
Knowing their excellence
I, too, the ignorant one, sang.
Tears flowing in continuous stream
I, your vassal, stood praising Thee ever.
Knowing my distress -
Beckon Thou to me saying, ''Come, come''
And unite me into Thee.
Thou, my Lord of compassion holy!