Himself holy and capable of making other pious-the friendly True Guru has come into my dream beautifully attired and adored. It is indeed a wonderful marvel for me.
Beloved Lord is sweet of words, big eyed and clement of form. Believe me! It is like He blessing us with honeyed elixir.
He looked pleased and honoured me by occupying my bedlike heart. I was lost in the love filled trance of Nam Amrit that merged me into a state of equipoise.
Enjoying the bliss of divine dream, I was woken up by the voice of rain-bird and that broke my celestial dream. The awe and marvel of love-filled state disappeared reawakening the pangs of separation. I was restless like a fish out of water. (205)