Like the torrential monsoon  
    let your music flood over me  
        let it wash over my face  
            stream over my breasts
   
With the first light of dawn  
    let it touch my sleepy eyes.  
   
Through the midnight darkness  
    let it storm into my heart  
Forever and always  
    over the joy and pain of this life  
        let it drench over my being.  
   
That dry branch  
    barren without fruits  
        let it burst forth in blossoms  
            at your music touch.  
   
Whatever in me is tired, bereft, lifeless –
    let your music pour forth into its layers.  
   
Over all the thirst and hunger of my life  
    let your music wash forth.