With a gentle southern wind, with a sweet sigh,
In my flower garden who are You that arrived?
I could not imagine, I did not look and see...
I had been sitting inattentively.
Any sound of Your feet I failed to hear;
I gave not a sidelong peek, no, not the least;
Your auspicious advent I did not even greet...
Uninvited, with face smiling You appeared.
Burdensome it is to realize Your liila;
Stern for a moment, wreath of love in an instant.
Vast beyond measure, You are inconceivable...
So myself I surrender, upon reflection.
In my flower garden who are You that arrived?
I could not imagine, I did not look and see...
I had been sitting inattentively.
Any sound of Your feet I failed to hear;
I gave not a sidelong peek, no, not the least;
Your auspicious advent I did not even greet...
Uninvited, with face smiling You appeared.
Burdensome it is to realize Your liila;
Stern for a moment, wreath of love in an instant.
Vast beyond measure, You are inconceivable...
So myself I surrender, upon reflection.
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When I go to think on Him, I can only yield.
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