Thus, your joy is upon me,  
You have come down here.  
Lord of the Heavens, without Me  
Your love would be untrue.  
You weave this village-fair with Me,  
You stage your romance play within My heart,  
And in My life, in myriad forms,  
Your many whims dance on.  
Thus, even while You are the Emperor of all Emperors,  
You still have to win My heart –
And so, you wander around in your varied forms;  
Each night, you remain awake.  
Thus, my Lord, where your love comes pouring down  
And covers the love in the heart of your worshipper –
Your image My image Arm in arm  
Together Full magnificence.