I woke up in dissolution,
engulfed by material illusion,
covered by layers of confusion,
drowning in impermanent delusions,
I grasp to take a breath of
transcendental fresh air
but alas, I fall short
from the perfect condition.
The situation is dire,
I am really getting tired
of being uninspired
and I feel that my heart is on fire
burning off its last
spiritual desires.
I found myself drowned
by the waves of material desires-
оne day being on the top,
the next at the bottom,
experiencing happiness and distress,
fear and hope,
love and hate,
victory and defeat.
Alas, wave after wave
my heart withers away,
without any spiritual gains!
Oh, Dear Friend Divine,
when will that day be mine,
when the waves of transcendental nectar
wash away all that I claim as mine?!
When will the waves of transcendental nectar
put off the raging fire of material desires?
When will the waves of transcendental nectar
wash away all the worries, lust, anger?
Oh, Dear Friend Divine,
I have come to reclaim
what’s rightfully mine,
and I am ready to beg for it,
all the time!
Oh, Dear Friend Divine,
indeed, I live on borrowed time,
so, I petition You to resign,
and allow me to hear Your Flute Divine!
I petition You to resign,
and allow me to join Your Dance Divine!
I petition You to resign,
for there is no time,
I am ready to
take shelter
and beg You to make
my heart a dime!
Your so-called servant,
is serving his time!