Wherefore fruitlessly treading in speed toward?
Which direction does destiny put my feet forward?
Reasons I know not,unless your powers release!
A confusion hails whether I will get peace
Its long mind yearns for soothe,O lord!
Woven with string in your vyjanti chord
With the flute fondly touching your loving lips
Empowering my master of all mastering skills!
A realisation charming fills me with surprise
Let on me, fall your blessed wide wisdom
Grant just a tiny place in your kingdom !
Within your divine Palace garden door
Happily I ‘ll sweep its vast flowery floor
In conversation with those fallen blooms
That danced to floor on your flute tunes
They cried not,nor roared with complaints
Gracefully accepting destiny as do the saints
Beyond lessons in”the Geeta”surmise