Stand by the gate of King

Ask for a drink pure

If not given beg for it

If not given cry for it

If not given become a beggar at His door

A beggar who has no place to go besides His door

Then will open the gates of the Majestic and beautiful King

Then the beggar shall receive what he desires

The drink of pure love of the king

Drinking it will make you dance with joy

You shall cry my Master give me more

Then the King shall cry here my slave drink more and more

For I am the never ending Ocean of love and beauty

And you are my eternal lover who will never have enough of Me