The transparence of the morn’
carries the fragrances of the birds
chirping crystal clear!

What secrets they are transmitting
is only between me and them
You would think it is of love, joy or just mundane needs

The sky and the birds are saying but
the one and the same
The plentiful and the barren are saying but
the one and the same
The flower and stone are saying but
the one and the same
All life, the moving and the unmoving are saying but
the one and the same

O Shambho! how to make the fools know:
You are but only me