O Light of the Supreme

O Beauty non-pareil,
O Beloved,
Do burn the fire of beauty and splendour within my heart.
By loving You, eternally beautiful I shall be.
May Lord Shiva’s destruction-dance
Destroy all shackles of the finite.
May the Light of the Supreme inundate me,
My heart, my heart, my all.
Having loved the Infinite,
The heart of gloom is crying for the bloom of Light.
O Life infinite, give me the eternal hunger, aspiration-cry.
The tiniest drop will lose its raison d’être in the heart
Of the boundless ocean.
In fire and air
Your life of the Spirit I behold.
O Beauty,
O Beauty’s Gold,
O Light of the Supreme!