You came through the stream of light,
from within the origin of bliss,
filling ideation into each pore
and removing the foggy darkness.

During my pitch dark night,
selflessly and with silent hands,
You handed over to me the lamp of hope,
that I may smilingly move ahead on the path.

I did not forget that narrative memory,
the song sung on my internal viin'a'.
Your love extends to both individuals and the collective,
and sings an ever new melody.