Ask me, where I should come, in this moonlit night,
I have lost fear of the night and wolves, and reptiles.
Tell me, what I should bring for you, in our rendezvous,
I have forgotten weight of the things, of earth and the sky.
Allow me to take your hand now, and kiss on the fingers with love.
Be kind to dart a loving glance at me, I am a devotee to you.
I have brought flowers, incense sticks, with a supplicating hand.
Give me a darshan, let flowers bloom in my heart as in Spring.
Take me to your world, the land of mysteries and magic.
Show me the wonders, of the unseen, like a torchbearer.
Tell me the stories of yourself, and your dreams and sorrows.
Hug me, and invite me into yourself and to your world.
All that is enough for a life in this world, as ephemeral as it is,
Death would not be more beautiful as it is now, period.