O Yogi of the highest magnitude, now it is my turn

O Yogi of the highest magnitude, now it is my turn.
Now accept the garland of my total surrender.
In the forest of my heart I am lost totally.
But there I see the smile of your Pole-Star.
Come, come.
Without you the vina of my heart
Will never offer its music, I know, I know.
Therefore I draw you into my bosom.
O Yogi of the highest magnitude, now it is my turn.