English
You entered my heart. You filled this dejected home of mine with rays of hope. Whatever lay covered with darkness became engulfed in light. Why then do You keep me bound within limitedness? The pollen that was covered with petals became absorbed in sweet love. So what imperfection is there left in this exchange of consciousness? You came in my heart and filled it with hope, You filled with hope my house of hopelessness. That which was covered by darkness, became mixed with effulgence. Why then have You bound me in the periphery of the finite? That which was covered by petals, that honey was full of love. Then what else still remains in this exchange of consciousness?
