English
Lord, this morning You came in rhythmic steps at the time of my visit to the forest. As I was on my way You came, swooping down like a hawk, catching hold of my hand. The garland around my hair knot snapped, my basket of kadamba flowers fell down. Why do You come without notice, uninformed? Why, to show me the path which I already know? With the magic of Your melody my mind is intoxicated; with the rhythmic cadence of Your dance my mind is overjoyed. Why do You lavish Your love on me? I don't call You, but You come to flood me with joy.
