One day I took out a book from shelf,
Didn’t remember when I read it myself.
Slowly dusted with a cloth quite clean,
Hey, the hyacinth of my life so dreary,
Give me the alms of your love savory.
An indigent I am without love poured,
Hey! Come along! Let us sing love song,
Blissful time in life would never last long.
The moon and stars seem smiling upon us,
O! God! Curb all my vices as my wish first,
Redeem my soul from mire of greed and lust.
Purify it by the holy words of your discourse,
Assimilate it unto your cosmic form I propose.
The chilly winter is gone leaving behind
a cool clime salubrious,
The morning sun is greeted by singing birds
in tones mellifluous.