He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being
With his deep hidden touches

He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes
And joyfully plays on the chords of my heart
In varied cadence of pleasure and pain

He it is who weaves the web of this maya
In evanescent hues of gold and silver, blue and green
And lets peep out through the folds his feet
At whose touch I forget myself

Days come and ages pass
And it is ever hе who moves my heart
In many a name, in many a guisе
In many a rapture of joy and of sorrow