Gentle rain! From what sea did you arise,
That your sweet tears should scent the air
With remembrance of my Beloved?

Lowering clouds! From what shore were you swept,
That your shade might cool the parched garden
Of my heart?

Kindly wind! From what waves did you waft,
That the touch of my Beloved should abide
In your caressing breeze?

Oh, ocean of love! Oh, sea of bliss!
From your depths my Love speaks,
Of your waves He is king,
From your limitless shore,
Endless joy does He bring.

Of that sea would I drink,
In that sea would I swim,
On that sea would I sail,
Borne forever by Him!

—Bhai Din