Eyes are drooping, the body crying for rest,
Yet passion with me, on fire my body gets.
For my lord to you, I pray with open hands,
That sight of you, I shall win in this land.
You are my lord, this devotee prays to you,
Come to me my lord soon, for soon I want to be with you.
No more hiding behind your smile I say,
Embrance you so fight and squirm with pleasure you’ll say.
Leave you not even for a moment then I shall,
For opportunity once come, moment a standstill, it shall.
- Dr. Hira