I wore myself out,
looking for myself.
I lost myself in myself
and found a wine cellar.
Nectar, I tell you.
There were jars and jars
of the good stuff,
no one to drink it.

Wrapped up in Yourself,
You hid from me.
All day I looked for You
and when I found You
hiding inside me,
I ran wild, playing
now me, now You.

I burnt up the landscape
with footprints,
looked for Him everywhere.
Then it hit me: What am I thinking,
He’s everywhere!

– Lalleshwari