If Thou who is Space
Intermingle with the space of my heart,
I will go about like the beaming eye
And the heavenly sun that lights it up.
Oh! Thou, possessed of the light of triple eyes
That danceth in the assembly of space,
With Ganga's waters dancing,
With the crescent moon dancing,
With matted locks dancing,
Festooned in frangrant konrai blossoms.