Open the petalled bars of our heart-buds, and let our imprisoned fragrance of love rush out to meet Thee. With the wind of cosmic perception, our fragrance will float to Thy temple of infinity.
O King of all our ambitions, throw open all Thy windows of red clouds, of charm-clad human dreams. Open Thou all the doors of noble aspirations in the mansions of our souls.
We want our fragrance to blow by Thine unseen feet, hiding behind all nature’s windows.