At the dawn when my eye was enjoying the panorama I saw that a ray of the sun was wandering about.

I asked the ray, ‘O head to foot restlessness! What kind of restlessness your impatient life has!

Are you a small little lightning, which the sky is nurturing to fall on the harvest of nations.

Is this a flash, or your eternal nature, what is it? Is it a dance? Wandering? Seeking what is it?’

‘A sea of tumults is asleep in my silent life; my existence has been nurtured by the morning’s breeze.

My destiny keeps me constantly restless. Taste for enlightenment keeps me busy in seeking.

I am not fire-brand lightning, though by nature fire I am. Message of awakening from the world-illuminating sun I am!

Becoming collyrium I shall enter the human eye; whatever night had hidden I shall show to the eye.

Among your ecstatics is there any seeker of prudence also? Among the sleeping people is anyone with taste of awakening also?’