Like fresh nectar secreting so sweetly,
Within bowls of immaculate flowers;
Like the sweetest silent sound so softly,
Blooming the buds around flower arbors…

Like drops of water into streams gently,
Dripping and rippling and then brim-filling;
Spirit-sanctified souvenirs slowly,
Has showered in me blessings soul-thrilling…

With silence, prayer, trust, beliefs benign,
Contemplation cum action prevailing;
He has made his voice of conscience now mine,
He has given me his heart love-flowing…

In God and his love my conscience depends,
To His creatures, with love, it always bends!