II.20. paramatam guru nikat virajain
O MY HEART! the Supreme Spirit, the great Master, is near you: wake, oh wake!
Run to the feet of your Beloved: for your Lord stands near to your head.
You have slept for unnumbered ages; this morning will you not wake?

THY GIFT OF THE earliest flower came to me this morning, and came the faint tuning of thy light.
I am a bee that has wallowed in the heart of thy golden dawn,
My wings are radiant with its pollen.
I have found my place in the feast of songs in thy April, and I am freed of my fetters like the morning of its mist in a mere play.

HE IT IS, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches.
He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
He it is who weaves the web of this maya in evanescent hues of gold and silver, blue and green, and lets peep out through the folds his feet, at whose touch I forget myself.
Days come and ages pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow.