Like a sterile tree I stand,
All branches dried, all wood stray.
Sterile! no fruit, only sand
To my Lord I humbly pray!
O Lord it is as you planned,
'Tis Your command, 'tis Your way.
Look upon me, lay Your hand,
Water my soil, hail my May.
All is bland, Lord, You are grand,
Love me, dear God, me today.

My Guru, my Love, today I do make a plea.
I have done as you pleased, and it is Your turn now.
Come my Lord, please come to me, it is my profound request
I deeply long for your ambrosial presence
It has been hours, days, weeks and months
Please come my Lord, and bless me with Your presence
O my Guru, my heart is in pain, I want You and forever You...
Please my Lord, come to me, I make this request over and over again...
Once I have met You, my heart will smile, and I will be at peace
But I will, once more put forward another wish!
That I want more of You. O my Lord, stay with me,
Fill my senses with You, I am all Yours my Lord....
I deeply request You to bless me with Your wonderful Presence, my Lord!
Please come to me, my dear Lord God! Please come to me!