In those guarded arteries of my heart, I seated my little self, which I prized more than anything else.
And you, my Lord! You, without even informing me, entered therein and created uproar.
I became a stranger to myself and forgot what I liked or disliked. Wherever I searched, I found your image, and every turn made me restless about my own identity.
You created a furore in me, and I felt the pain that could not be vented out through groans.
It was like you were reshaping every aspect of my personality.
And like a tiny stream that runs fast to preserve its form but finds its bigger-self in its mergence with the sea, I, at last, found my little-self there in your all-conquering vastness—you imparted eternity to it by dissolving its identity.