English
Sitting alone near the window, I think about Him only. Who is that foreigner, who with so much love, inundates my sorrows with sweetness? During my leisure hours, when I am alone, I see His love in the crimson colour. Within actions too, I become absorbed in Him, whenever I think of Him. He does not forget me even if I forget Him. With His viina and His tinkling twang, He reminds me. With the charming expression of awakening, my life flows into hundreds of flows.
