Into rasa he took a phenomenal dive...

Sitting a little distance away from the temple yard
He looked at the canopy spread even
And so many bhajan singers who dared
The last cold breeze of the season...

He heard them singing of rasa
Svakiya and Parakiya kinds...
He saw them swinging their heads
With ethereal love how they melody bind...

He saw them from the little distance... a few feet
He observed their faces how by passion lit...
He put his mind into their song
He stretched his being infinite long...

The evening, meanwhile, changed into night
The cold wind dropped down all right
But he got so much into the flowing music
That he hardly noticed how did time away tick...

A few more hours thus he
Under the open sky did only lie
In his vapory eyes he did see
How the rasas him with a strange fervor tie...

When the dawn was about to break
All the singers packed their bags of jute
He only stayed unwake
He only stayed so mute...

Thus by the rasa bound
He left the earthly ground...
He left forever the domestic life
He took into love a phenomenal dive!