It was a beautiful morning,
Rabiya the sacred was singing,
Inside her hut, she was chanting,
About the ways of God's making.
Listen to that roaring sound, Listen
The mighty ocean, my ultimate destiny.
I have been flowing all the way for this
The fathomless deeps, full of diamonds.
On that blessed day in a cool spring,
Sitting under the Bodhi shade, at Gaya
Got that mindful divine experience,
You were a big lake
Filled in the middle of the blue mountains
Through my hands