O Master of infinite worlds
Your greatness has entranced me.
I am totally and completely mesmerised
contemplating your great, glorious self.

Waheguru, Waheguru, Waheguru.

Keep me on a leash, O Master
For I am the greedy dog of tales.
Please hold me close to yourself,
Pat me, caress the poor soul, O Lover of all.
Pray keep me in your Divine Direction
That I may sway to your will.

The tale of the blind man continues:
The diamond he touched was but sand
The fine words a mere noose
The warm sun so cold.

He has learnt one thing with the Guru's grace:
Eyes truly begin to open once you go blind.