O Lord, where are You and where am I, in between why there is ocean of obstruction? I call You with flow of tears, but the voice is covered by the series of waves. You are my closest own, my life is with Your rhythm. Your voice is on the lyre of the universe, making forget the feelings of own and others. I do not want anything from You; the mind only wants this much grace. Stay within my feelings, with charming adornments each moment.