English
O dear Lord You have come after eras. The nightingale, cuckoo and peacock sing to me of Your arrival. The day from which Your divine game commenced from that very day itself my yearning started. My eyes are weeping, filled with tears. The minds of all are swinging. I have no power of austerity. There is no light, the night is dark. Now, one ardent desire only is left... that I may become dust of Your feet.
