I'm not even worthy of missing You
And by your boundless mercy, Lord
You do give me the grace of this feeling

A beggar who chooses to be miserable
When all riches are available to him
Can such a being miss opulence?

I beg you too, that I one day realise
That by humility and sincerity
All Your Divine opulence will come my way

And filled with pure Love, touching Your Feet
I shall say no to all gifts
That are not You Alone

True happiness is to find only
By the intensity of ones devotion
And by being granted Your Divine Sight

My Lord, when will this day come
In which a desperate gratitude will arrive
And I will be worthy of missing You

(To Paramahamsa Vishwananda)