Love incarnate is He,
Who assumed human form to tie us over.
The ship of His name,
Helps us cross the sea.
He himself is the ocean of love,
The infinite forms of His are the tributaries.
We are the leaves hanging on the tree,
The roots that hold us firm, so we could swing freely.
It’s His wish that we exist,
I wish my wish remains to exist
only with Him and for Him.
We chant His hymns in His glory,
He praises us back for doing what we simply must.
None other than Him is really our own,
We are students in His school,
And His abode is our home.