O giver of life, Give me love, If you have given me thirst Give me nectar to drink.
When the soul is blessed With a physical mould, Give it shape, give it beauty; And fill the heart With the tidal waves of feeling!
Oh, deny me not the natural emotions, For, that would make a hell of life, Or, mean the passing of years without a song Of love or beauty.
Oh, deny me not the happy Savan If you have opened up the eyes to light Let them rock the countless dreams; Let my consciousness enjoy A whit Freedom from pain or sighs Oh, tighten not the strings of helpless moments Let the broken wings of desire play For a moment before they die.
Oh, do not fix the nail of vile hatred Into the throbbing heart Do not reciprocate the fire of anger For the fire of love.
O giver of life, Let me taste the sweet smell Of every flower, If you have given me life Let me relax on a creeper's lap Free from all inhibitions.
