In the dawn of awakening, I beheld the gathered dewdrops of repentance resting on Thy many-petalled lotus-feet. In those dear dewdrops, my soul cleansed itself. The drought of despondency is dispelled by the shower of Thy blessings.
The petals of past, present and future — of dawn, noon and night — all opened out, revealing the tenderness of Thine ever-expressing life.
Bury Thou, unceasingly, the seeds of Thy blessings in the prayer-plowed soil of my heart, and let them grow into plants bearing many fruits of realization.